A little boy stands in the dark
looking at the stars through the eyes of the night
not knowing that in the future he will have to fight
fight his way through the war of life
he will fight with a gun, grenade or a kinfe

through the eyes of the boy the sky looks so real
he just wants to touch he just wants to feel
feel he is alive to know he is not dead
to know its a dream and its all in his head

help me, help me
help me understand
help me, help me
i dont want be dead

the little boy becomes a man the little boy has gone insain
he is tallking to angels that whisper and say
today you will die today is the day

the little boy closes his eyes
the little boy feel his soul dimise
the little boy he was plain to see
that little boy it was me

help me, help me, help me
i look at the sky and ask my self why
why it took so long for it to die
help me, help me, help me
help me die