Withered and broken man
So fragile, so frail, so undignified by standards
But they will never break him
He has found his place

This harmless hero that they patronize
Is but a saint, can't you feel his pain and lost love
Inside this decorated soldier?
Infinite patience

The sticks and stones they throw
They scar his flesh, shatter bone
But they will never break him
He has found his place

This harmless hero that they patronize
Is but a saint, can't you feel his pain, lost love
Inside this decorated soldier?

His only friend, the night
The calm, the quiet cold
But you'll never see him cry
But they will never know, never know
Know his name

These sad old songs he sings are solid gold
They resonate, the hate we've shown him
He'll carry to his resting place
The hate we've shown him

He'll carry to a lonely grave
So leave him in the darkness, no
Leave him hopeless, social creation
Leave him with sickness

But let it be said, that's how he looks at you
Can't you feel his pain and lost love
Inside this decorated soldier?
His only friend, the night

The calm and quiet cold
But you'll never see him cry
And on that day he reached out
He grabbed, pulled me close

He whispered to me in a voice barely audible
He said, 'This life is what you make it
Don't let it pass you by
If you don't care whether you live or die
You're the most alive you'll ever be'