Dying Arbiter of minds peace

my mind was shielded and free

oh how foolish of me

to think and believe 

I was safe in this place with others than eve 

and that my Arbiter was without reprieve 

battered and bruised when did we trade places 

and I lose the love for their faces 

and when was I burdened 

to hold the peace of the herd 

for I have not heard 

a reason to keep on giving 

or forgiving 

to keep on living 

now the burden is gone I am lost 

alone and dying I guess that's the cost 

of being another's great Arbiter of peace