I am the kid with the weight of the world on his
shoulders.
I wonder why I was placed with this
responsibility.
I hear in my nightmares, the screams of my dying
friends as I fail them.
I see their pain.
I want for this war to be over so I can return to
being normal.
I am the kid with the weight of the world on his
shoulders.

I pretend everything is normal, but I know it's
not.
I feel the pain of the people I failed to save.
I reach out, trying to burden their pain.
I worry this next battle will be my last, or the
last of a friend.
I cry for everyone I could have saved, but
didn't.
I am the kid with the weight of the world on his
shoulders.

I understand that I cannot save everyone, but I
try anyway.
I say, 'Be careful, I don't want you to get hurt'
to my friends, fearing that
they will die.
I dream of a world without this pointless war.
I try to make that dream come true.
I hope we will win.
I am the kid with the weight of the world on his
shoulders.