• Fading from your memories
    You come to disbelieve
    My existance is so pure
    Yet you can't see.

    You saw me through your eyes
    in your years of infantry
    And slowly your innocence died
    And I "dissapeared".

    You may hear rumors
    That "he's not real"
    Yet what do they know?
    There heart isn't young.

    And when you convince yourself I don't exist
    Please be sure of what your saying
    Because although I am invisible to you
    You must know that I am very, very real.