What choice is there? The life I see
Before me, drifting in obscurity
And greyness, no sign of colour or of joy
Or this; the saving of a boy

It goes against the sum of all my worth
The path I followed faithfully  since birth
To save humanity, to save mankind
Or one small boy.  The final choice is mine

I face a life of death, of empty days
Of nothingness, the parting of the ways
My life will have no meaning, no more joy
I turned away from saving

One.
Small.
Boy.