I've no words or thoughts beyond my existence
My flesh is old and failing, my time spent alone
I do nothing like those who risk all just to endure
I've no desire to exist in my form, I long for home
Nothing I can offer, in a sacrifice, other than duty
I have lived two thousands years, serving Rome
My life marked upon an act, I thrust this spear
This life has worth only in what is asked by he
As I walk endlessly waiting for a return of one
The one I killed to put out of his suffering
Who offered his life in my stead, to save me
