Martyrum, Martyrum

Martyrum, martyrum Surely, my suffering had a higher meaning. The war that I’ve witnessed had a lesson, It had to mean something… Martyrum, martyrum Surely, it was meant to be For the young me to know what adults do at night… Unwillingly Martyrum, martyrum Surely, I was meant to learn something from his death… A lesson for the ages? Nothing good lasts forever? I still search for the meaning, no answer. Martyrum, martyrum I loved her so much but couldn't give her what she deserved So I let go of what my heart couldn’t afford Martyrum, martyrum I still dream about my friends Even when I was the one who ignored them Shame is all that i have for them Martyrum, martyrum Surely there is something to gain from all of this A beautiful place, wisdom, perhaps grace? My suffering is noble. It has to be. It must be…?