Cold stone beneath my feet
I sit alone by the ocean,
Watching the waves in their ballet,
Pirouetting with every motion.
Sweet laughter, a giggle,
Beckoning me to see
The braided boy with his cat
Beneath the sakura tree.
How can he laugh and play all day
While problems besought the earth?
Should I try to take away
Those amethyst eyes of mirth?
I wish to shake some sense in him
And make him really see
Death, destruction, chaos, war
Our harsh reality.
I wish to free him from his world
Of carefree joy and whim,
To make him take revenge against
Those who have hurt him.
Yet, as I watch him climb the tree
After his calico cat,
I haven't the heart to purge his world,
No, I cannot do that.
Because I know that deep within,
I envy his innocence,
That I wish to throw this mask of stone,
This cold, unfeeling defense.
That I long for warmth within my soul,
For a chance to show my feelings.
To smile, to laugh, to cry and rage,
To act like a human being.
But I'm not ready at all to shed
This armor of a Perfect Soldier
I'm not ready to jest and laugh
Or cry on someone's shoulder.
And if you ever ask me why
I behave as such
I'll turn my back because I still
Have my waves to watch.
*ALTERNATE ENDING (this is probably more light-hearted)
And if you ever ask me why,
I won't answer because
I'll pull my gun at you and say,
"Omae o korosu."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: According to my sources, "omae o korosu" means "I will kill you", or something along the lines of that. It's pronounced as "omae o koros", but correct me if I'm wrong.