When life goes well, we'll share moments of happiness. But you'll never discover how evil I am.
When you set out on an adventure and try to reach out and touch success, I'll push you forward. But you'll never discover how evil I really am.
When you fail, and your friends lose respect for you, I'll stand by you. But you'll never discover how evil I can be.
When illness takes you down and pins you to the ground, I'll carry you and look into your eyes - but you won't have an idea how evil I am.
When darkness and loneliness overcome your world, I'll rush in with a torch and point you the way out. But you'll never see how evil I am.
When age finally crumbles you away, and you're surrounded by people who love you. I'll be there too, holding your hand and whispering in your ear:
Thanks for being here with me. Thanks for making me good.
And when I watch you burn and sprinkle you across the ocean, I'll continue to hold the line, to encourage, to guard, to bruise my shoulders, and to bear the torch. So I never ever become the evil bastard I am. Because that's all I have.