There was a time
That sounds like an eternity ago
There was this guy
Just a child, afraid to grow.
He has grown as a warrior
Always learning how to let go
Looking for a savior
Kinda hero, you know.
His dad was busy
Lived with him in the greatest city
Kinda cold-hearted
Never taught much about how to be loved.
Chorus:
Life is hard, harder to him
Is he allowed to have dreams?
They seem to be always destroyed
By that thing called love
Maybe it's true what they say
Why would he lie about that, anyway?
A lonely kid stuck in a lie
Smart enough to feel blind.
Everybody was there but he felt alone
Why wouldn't him, his only family is gone
He's got memories
Somehow he told himself they were good
But he still remembers the ocean of blood.
His dad always gave him weapons and books
But that doesn't make a child feel any lucky
Because weapons and books may be cool today
But it's not what they want for they birthday.
Chorus:
Life is hard, harder to him
Is he allowed to have dreams?
They seem to be always destroyed
By that thing called love
Maybe it's true what they say
Why would he lie about that, anyway?
A lonely kid stuck in a lie
Smart enough to feel blind.
But nothing can ever be compared
To the sadness and experience he gets
Everytime he reminds himself of this old story
Sometimes asking if his dad ever felt sorry.
He still remembers the eyes of the hawk
The one he should take care, not love
With that he learned a primordial task
One he followed without looking back
To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be destroyed
In his hands he feels the old blood of the hawk, murdered on the neck
By the only family member the boy had ever met.
Chorus:
Life is hard, harder to him
Is he allowed to have dreams?
They seem to be always destroyed
By that thing called love
Maybe it's true what they say
Why would he lie about that, anyway?
A lonely kid stuck in a lie
Smart enough to feel blind.
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