I feel like forgiving myself for giving the lie
To every promise made at an earlier time
I don't need to be forbearing but to apologize for bearing the title as a guide

People are labeled as heroes and wannabes
No matter what holds the future
There'll always be stories to resound and to be believed

No one tells me why every creature was born to die
Still I wonder, why upon me were bestowed a spirit and a life

I feel like forgiving myself for giving the lie
To every promise made at an earlier time
I don't need to be forbearing but to apologize for bearing the title as a guide
I feel for a time so lost in this ambiguous scene
I hear echoes and I see double images
Light as feather, huddled together like weeds
Fabled and not worth mentioning

Listen to what you will hear and do not believe
No matter what holds the future
Let heroes and wannabes be gone with a gust of wind

No one tells me why around me haunted lullabies
Still I wonder, why should I ring the first and final chime
No one tells me why every creature was born to die
Still I wonder, why upon me were bestowed a spirit and a life

I feel like forgiving myself for giving the lie
To every promise made at an earlier time
I don't need to be forbearing but to apologize for bearing the title as a guide
I feel for a time so lost in this ambiguous scene
I hear echoes and I see double images
Light as feather, huddled together like weeds
Fabled and not worth mentioning