I'm alive in heart and mind, a man among so few; It was a lonely art out in the cold dark dark I burned your words, I breathed them in, I buried them as seeds where those trees had been And deep in my skin I wrote your name, I spelled it out I whispered it into my hands as a prayer: A testament there To all of you that's part of me, Is part of me in you? All I can do is hope that it's true I wander and I walk about the torn and tattered earth of myself It doesn't help that war has placed inside of me an ocean, A ravine in between my words and their meaning The man I was, the man I am, The one I want to be are all above me and out of my reach Though I survived, I'm alive, I'm a casualty of your love and war, And nothing more