Is this baptism, or are we being drowned?
I wasn't hiding, but somehow was never found.
We felt the pressure
To succeed by any means.
We stood tall, though;
They asked for knights, and we were queens.
I haven't spoken,
Afraid to admit you were right,
But, through the water,
I can see a little light.
I can see a little light...
I'll wince as they fire at me, but with my eyes to the air
Because these people all around me watch, and god knows all of their
Heroes are gone.
That's why I style myself a saint; I am Sebastian, I'm Irene.
I'll have to pull these arrows out myself, but when my wounds are clean,
I'll carry on.
When the arrows are out...
I can see a little light,
I can see a little light.
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