There he is standing on the hill.
Uncertain if he\'s seen.
He can be a hero still.
But it seems too late.
To fix what\'s broken.
If he can\'t escape what\'s still a dream.
And nothing but a memory.
As the tears fall down.
You must always remember the love he gave.
Time it seems.
The enemy of men.
What you thought you had.
Falls to ashes.