My eyes are my window,
my body, my shield,
My mouth are my weapon,
and my hands are made to heal,

My eyes were filled with a light,
that barley no one recieves,
I said no to the light,
but now I know what it means,

I might be forgiven,
but how could it be?
I fight with the living,
But they are dead just like me,

I believe, He really tried,
But look what we did,
Babylon burned down,
and now the story repeats.