I would never think of me as a hero  A bringer of wisdom of hope and of peace  I never could think of me in a vortex  of hope of future and vitality.    I can spread my thoughts to flood the room  Embracing and webbing the people reborn.  The love they are feeling I never can taste;  The sadness the hatered remains my own.    So many souls - they long to be saved,  Somne beasts, some sinners, some lost in their fate.  For all to rescue my lifespan's too short,  Refuse all the evil - divine all the gods?    I never asked for a higher believing  I never questioned the way I was born  I never wanted to walk among angels  I never wanted to be so alone.    Bridge: Alone with my powers - alone in my mind  (The) holder of darkness - the bringer of light.  This melancholy circle of giving - not taking  Can not be endured by me.    I'm here to flare a sign  To guide the lost on to their fate.  Like I (once) sent Dante his story to take.  But no one holds that candle for me.    So as the years of helping and bleeding  Had passed away my will to live.  I returned to the sea of my time and my being,  I melted into (the) waves as it was my will.