You see a face full of stone today, I see an anxious and nervous man. You see a man not easily erased, I see a withering and distorted stance.
You see a protector and a fighter, I see nothing, causing me to hold tighter. You see a triumph, a war-cry a song, I see lost eyes waiting to long.
You see a statue made out of marble, I see a puddle waiting for someone to step in. You see strength that no one seems to marvel, I see an alley full of trash waiting for wind.
You see a man, I see a boy.