All language subtitles for 7th Heaven s08e14 Healing Old Wounds.eng

Oh...

If you want to make up

for inviting a thousand people
over for dinner,

you can do it
by washing the dishes.

I had something
else in mind.

Well, you know I had
to go to the market,

cook the dinner, clean
the house, do the laundry...

and I'm not in the mood
for something else.

Got it.
I'll just...

go in the backyard

and see how
things are going.

I know why you're going
in the backyard.

Those guys are shameful.

They're just out there
doing nothing

but stirring up trouble
between Roxanne and Betsy

and enjoying every
minute of it.

Kevin, too, huh?

He claims he's just sticking
around to stop a fight

if a fight starts.

What are we going
to do with them?

I know. It's so... annoying.

I know.

What are you thinking?

Well, that neither
a sexy young designer

or a hot cop has anything
over me or you.

They're our husbands;
we're their wives.

Yeah, you're right.

Let them have their fun.

I'm going to be with Kevin every
night for the rest of my life.

That's right.

Unless he leaves me
for Roxanne or Betsy.

Is there anything
we can do?

Hey, I thought
you were going to play a game

or do something
with the twins?

I have homework.

Well, then what
are you doing down here?

Because Peter and Martin are
playing a game with the twins,

so I can't do my homework.

Two things:

Sam and David really wanted you
to do something with them

because you haven't paid
attention to them all week,

and they want to be with you.

And two, I thought you were
going to finish your homework

before Peter came over here.

I thought so, too,
but I didn't.

Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Camden.
I've done my homework.

Good.

I just sank your ship.

I never played this before.

So that's your excuse?

It's not an excuse.

I'm bored.

I'm bored, too.

Well, I didn't have a dad to
play board games with me, okay?

Oh... the pity route, huh?

It's not like my dad was around
all the time. He's a...

...Marine.
I know. I met him.

You got a problem with my dad?

No, I don't have a problem
with your dad.

But I bet my dad could beat up
your dad.

In your dreams.

Hi, girls.

Did Peter
and Vic get here?

Peter's upstairs
with Martin and the boys.

And Vic's in the backyard
with the rest of the guys...

and Roxanne and Betsy.

Well, then I'll,
maybe I'll just stay here.

Yeah, you probably should.

Chandler's out there too.

Then I'll-I'll
definitely just stay here.

What, are you taking
self-defense lessons

between your sewing
lessons?

Oh, don't make me
slap you.

Roxanne,
knock it off.

I don't have to.

It's America.

Everyone's free
to express their opinion.

Oh, I wonder
how we got that freedom?

You think it might have been
from fighting wars?

VIC:
I honestly don't know.

I've no opinion... on Iraq.

I don't understand it.

Not sure I want to.

ROXANNE:
See? See, this is why

Bush is getting away

with everything
he's getting away with.

People are ignorant.

They don't know anything
about history.

They don't read newspapers.

And if they did,

maybe they'd understand
what happened on September 11th

and that our President is making
sure it never happens again.

I don't care what you say.

We had no right to go into Iraq.

We had every right and every
reason to go into Iraq.

Innocent people are dying!

Like innocent people weren't

dying before we got over there!

Well, how many more will have
to die before we stop?!

How many will die if we stop?

Hungry?

I could eat.

Yeah, me too.

So could I.

Enough of this.
Let's go inside.

I'm not eating with her.

Who asked you to?

Sorry I'm late.

I just drove up
from the base.

Have I got time
to change before dinner?

Sorry.
I don't believe we've met.

Beau, this is Roxanne.

Roxanne hates war.

Don't we all?

* 7th Heaven *

* When I see
their happy faces *

* Smiling back at me *

* 7th Heaven *

* I know there's
no greater feeling *

* Than the love of family *

* Where can you go *

* When the world
don't treat you right? *

* The answer is home *

* That's the one place
that you'll find *

* 7th Heaven *

* Mmm, 7th Heaven *

* 7th Heaven. *

(barks)

* *

* *

It's not our war.

It's not our business to go
around the world patrolling

whoever we think
the bad guys are.

To most of the world,
we're the bad guys.

People hate us,
and this is why they hate us.

We have no right
to tell another country

what they can and cannot do.

What, we can have
nuclear weapons,

but no one else can?

We can develop chemical weapons,
but no one else can?

Why?

Because we're moral enough
to know when to use them,

but no one else is?

This president of ours
shouldn't even be president.

And he wouldn't be president

if his brother weren't
the governor.

Hmm...
I couldn't agree less.

What?

I couldn't agree less, love.

(whines)

Listen to me.

I've got almost 20 years
of experience in an area

that you know nothing about.

What did you think
we were going to do?

Just let terrorists rule
the world

while the United Nations would
debate on how to stop them?

You think Saddam Hussein
didn't have anything

to do with September 11th?

You're na�ve.

Very na�ve.

(whines)

This is not something
our president entered

into lightly
as a show of force.

And you can drop that stuff
about how he got elected.

At this point, who cares?

He's the president,
and a good president,

a decent man, a real leader.

It takes a leader
to make a decision.

And thank God he decided enough
of Saddam Hussein.

So, we're in Iraq.
And you know what?

Most of the people in Iraq
are very happy we're there.

Am I boring you?

Uh-uh.

Good. Where was I?

I guess his plan is
to win America over

one person at a time.

I thought he was here
to talk to Martin

about not playing pro ball
and going to college?

In life, as in war, I guess
sometimes plans change.

Yeah... phew.

Well...
There's something about passion that's...

contagious.

Oh, I couldn't agree more.

There are people
all over the house.

Oh, but there's no one
in the basement.

That's right.
We have a basement.

I-I thought you were tired

from cooking and cleaning
and all that.

Oh, no, I'm not tired.

Not since you helped me
clean up the kitchen.

Oh...

Maybe I should join
the Marines.

Maybe it'd
be good for me.

Okay.

What?

Well, maybe it would
be good for you.

You know, for the,
the self-discipline,

the sense of purpose,
those things.

Hmm. Unless I got killed
getting the self-discipline

and sense of purpose.

How can you think
it'd be good for me

to join the Marines?

Oh, forget it.
I was just making conversation.

Insulting conversation.

You think I have
no self-discipline?

I'm sober. I quit drinking.

That requires self-discipline.

I know.

And I think that's great.

I really do.

You really do, but...

But nothing.

But something.
Spit it out.

Honestly, Vic, it's nothing.

Oh.

Wait a minute. I see.

Not only would I get
self-discipline and purpose,

but I'd get it
far, far away from here.

Then you and Peter wouldn't have
to deal with me.

Well, you're pretty far away
from us as it is now.

Northern California
is far from here.

And I'm assuming
that your break's almost over

and you'll be going back.

What if I've decided
I don't want to go back?

You have a job.

I can get another job.

I like being around Peter.

He needs a dad.

He needs me.

Fine.

Then don't join
the Marines.

Don't tell me what to do.

How did we get here?

We listened to you
when you said,

"Let's take the garbage cans
out by the street."

I thought it was a code
for "Let's get out of the house

and have a drink."

Do you feel
you need a drink?

Were you at dinner?
Did you hear Roxanne?

Yes, and I heard

when you said let's take a
shortcut around the house.

I thought it would get us
to a drink quicker.

What's making you
want a drink?

You don't drink

except for an occasional
beer in the pool hall.

He makes me want
to drink.

He should make you not want
to drink. He's an alcoholic.

He's a recovering alcoholic
with the woman I love.

Think she'll go back with him?

I think we have a beer
in the fridge. You can have it.

Just forget it.
I don't need it.

Alcohol is not the answer
to anything.

What does she see in him?

He's Peter's father.

Would you stop?

You're making me nervous.

I can't help it.

How dare that peacenik
attack a Marine

on leave of duty from the war?

He's probably in there right now
giving her a piece of his mind.

And any minute,

he'll be out here giving us
a piece of his mind.

He's been home three days,
and hasn't said one word

about my not going to college
and playing baseball.

Wait. Us?

Why would he give us
a piece of his mind?

What do I have to do
with your not going to college?

I think you should go
to college.

Are you attacking
everyone tonight?

Who am I attacking?

Oh, other than that hippie cop,
who by the way,

doesn't have a problem shooting
the bad guys in this country,

just other countries.

Since when do you have a problem
with my not going to college?

Since always.

I told Reverend Camden.

Didn't he tell you?

No.

I told him.

What's wrong?

My aunt just told me

she doesn't think I should
play baseball either.

She thinks I should
go to college.

And she told that
to Reverend Camden.

You think I should
go to college?

What is this, an ambush?

I'm going to talk
to Reverend Camden.

You probably should.

I'm sorry
about what I said

about my dad
beating up your dad.

I just wanted to be
proud of him,

like you are of your dad.

Forget about it.

Do you want anything?

No.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

I was hoping you'd answer.

Who is this?

It's me, your husband.

Why are you calling me?

I thought maybe
you'd like to come home.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

Then come here
and have dessert.

I thought maybe we could
have dessert here.

Why?

I don't know.

I was just thinking,

maybe it would be nice
to have dessert alone,

just the two of us.

What about everybody else?

Let 'em eat cake.

I have to go.

Kevin needs me at home.

Something with...
a smoke detector.

I just inherited
millions of dollars,

not that that matters.

Hey, I like you
with a million dollars

or without
a million dollars.

The operative word
being "like."

It's-it's just a really
confusing time for me.

I feel torn in a million
different directions.

These past few weeks have put me
in total conflict and I'm sorry.

I know that these past few weeks
haven't been easy for you either

and you've, you've been
so generous to Vic

and so kind to Peter and me.

Well, thanks for noticing.

I couldn't help but notice.

Oh, no. Here it goes.

The "it's not you,
it's me" speech.

And just I led you right to it.

(door closing)

Oh, sorry.

Uh, I just have to...
go get something.

Anyone call
for dessert yet?

No.
No.

You two make up?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Then how come
you look so disturbed?

It's my dad's last night here,

and we still have
a lot to talk about.

Then go talk to him.

I have to get back upstairs.

I left Sam and David alone.

Let's go.

BEAU:
So you see, it's not like 'Nam

and it doesn't have
to be like 'Nam.

Unless you and others like you
insist on raising the level

of non-support
to the same level

that caused us to lose
the war in Vietnam.

And we don't want to lose
the war on terrorism.

Because if we lose this one,
unlike the Vietnamese,

the terrorists are likely
to come and get us.

And by us I mean you,

and all the others
against the war.

Stop!

Stop it!

Why are you even here?

I came halfway across
the world to see you.

What do you mean
what am I doing here?

Do you even remember who I am?

I'm your son!

Come on, Marty.
Knock it off.

What are you jealous

I was spending a few minutes
with a beautiful woman?

Give me a break.

That woman has no respect
for you.

Sure she does.

And what difference
does it make?

I have plenty of
respect for myself.

I don't know why.
What?

I don't know why

you have any respect
for yourself.

Careful where you're
going with that, son.

Remember what I always told you:
"Think before you speak."

How can you act like that?

How can you kiss her?

How can I not kiss her?

I've been in the desert
for nine months

surrounded by guys
being shot at.

I'm a Marine.

I'm a man.

She's a woman.

We're both adults.

We were just kissing.

What the heck's your problem?

My problem is...

I've never seen you
kiss another woman,

other than my mother.

Remember her?

Your wife?

My mother?

(sighs)

Do you have question 5
on the algebra?

I've have question 5
and 1 through 20.

If I give it to you, you won't
know how to do it yourself.

I'm good in math.

Great. Then you shouldn't have
any problems with question 5.

Peter, I think we
should be leaving now.

Where's Dad?
He left.

But we didn't have dessert yet.

And he didn't say good-bye.

Is he upset?

No, he's okay.

Bye.

Good night.

Good night.

Wait.

Are you okay, Mom?

Oh, I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

This hasn't been easy
for you, has it?

No, but life can't
always be easy.

I know you're just
doing this for me,

seeing Dad.

Well, I was only
doing it for you,

but as it turns out I needed
to do this for me, too.

Your dad and I, we have a lot
of unfinished business.

But maybe one day we can get
that all resolved and,

and be friends again.

Could you ever be more
than just friends with him?

I wish I could tell you
that we could be,

that there's a possibility
of our getting back together

so we could all be
a family again,

but I don't know if that's true.

It's okay.

I understand.

What about you and Chandler?

We're friends.

I thought you liked him
more than that.

I thought I did, too.

It's okay, Mom.

Whatever you want,
whoever you end up with,

it's okay with me.

'Cause I don't know if Dad will
always be around to be my dad,

but I do know that you'll always
be around to be my mom.

Thank you, Peter.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, everybody.
Thanks for dinner.

Hey.

Where's Martin and his dad?

They went out.

What was all the yelling about?
I'm not sure.

I know you know.

He saw his father kissing me.

I don't know what
the big deal was,

but I'm going to let the two
of them sort it out.

Finally finished
your little speech?

Yes, thank you.

Good night.

Not so fast.

I've got something
to say to you.

If it's about war, I think
your brother said everything

I could possibly want to hear,

in a way I could
totally hear it.

Is that right?

I totally get your
point of view now,

which isn't to say
that I agree with it,

but let's just say
I learned a lot.

Well, that's something.

And here's something else.

You're not my brother's type.

Just stay away from him.

Yeah, okay.

But just out of curiosity,

is your brother seeing anyone?

In Iraq?

Probably not.

Are you seeing anyone?

No.

I was seeing Chandler,

but that didn't work out.

Because...?

Because I didn't want
to get married.

To Chandler?

Chandler wanted to marry you?

Why is that so hard to believe?

I don't know. I guess because
he's in love with Paris.

Paris is in love with Vic.

Good to know.

Good night.

What do you do
for a living now?

I'm an artist.
I teach art.

How many uniforms
do you guys get?

You want in the Marines
for the uniforms?

And the self-discipline.

And the sense of purpose.

I see.

Why now?

Why not now?

I meant how come you
never thought about joining

the Marines until now?

Yeah, I know what you meant.

What difference does it make
when I decided to sign up?

I'm afraid you decided too late.

You're over the age limit.

What age limit?

28.

Well... what about the Army?

Air Force?

Navy?

Coast Guard?

Boy Scouts?

Let me have my application back.

Why?

Might have made a little mistake
on the birthdate.

You're not going to try to lie
about your age, are you?

What's a couple years?

You can't do that.

Someone is going to check,
believe me.

It will just catch up to you,

and then you'll get in trouble.

What are they going to do,
call me home from Iraq?

In the meantime,
I could be handing out candy

to the kids in the desert
and blowing up stuff.

Whatever you need blowing up,
I am your guy.

I can't give you
your application back.

I want to see
your supervisor.

He's not around.

And even if he were,
he'd tell you the same thing:

You're just too old.

You think anybody
is telling the guys

trying to sign up for Al-Qaeda
that they're too old?

Good point.

Still can't let you in.

Is this about a woman
by any chance?

It's not about a woman.

It's about my wife-- ex-wife...
and my son.

(sighs)

I had a little problem
with alcohol.

I... went to rehab.

I've been sober three years.

The kid's 13.

He needs more than that
to be proud of me.

Frankly, so does she.

Although she's old enough
to get it.

Maybe there's another group
you could join.

Something with no age limit.

Is everything okay?

We heard shouting.

My son saw me
kiss Roxanne.

He's never seen me kiss a woman
other than his mother.

He's...
he's really upset.

Anything I can do?

I don't know.

I've been putting off
talking to him all weekend.

Now we have to talk...
about everything.

No.

How long ago did your wife
pass away?

Four, almost five years ago.

(sighs)

Came as a complete shock.

She was always afraid
I'd get killed, and then...

she was the one.

She and I met in high school.

Married a couple of years
after we graduated

when she got pregnant
with Martin.

I would have married her
when I was 13.

I was in love with her
the day I met her.

I guess Martin and I

haven't spent much time
talking about it.

To me, there wasn't much we
could do about it, but move on.

Not that I moved
on right away,

but... well, eventually,
I did move on.

What can I say?

I love the company of women.

Not that anyone
can ever replace her.

(sighs)

Is...
everything okay?

Well...
(sighs)

Martin got upset...

and he took off.

Any idea where he might
have taken off to?

More than likely he's sitting
on the bleachers

at the school's baseball field.

He likes to go there.

Thanks.

I'm going to go home.

Maybe he'll call me later.

I guess this is good-bye.

Nice being around you
the past couple of days.

I really admire your courage,

and, well...

thanks for doing what you do.

It's nice of you
to mention that.

Good night.

My son's got good taste.

She's a nice girl.

Come on. I'll drive you.

We'll talk in the car.

What?

Are you
finished yet?

You said you'd play
a game with us.

Or you can just read to us.

I can't.

I have homework.

Maybe Mom can read to you.

She reads to us every night.

We want you to read to us.

You're a really good reader.
Please?

Okay.
Your room?

Yes.
Yes.

(laughing)

(silverware clattering on plate)

(both chuckling)

My name's Vic,
and I'm an alcoholic.

GROUP:
Hi, Vic.

* *

Go ahead.
Talk to him.

You'll do fine.

I don't think
you understand the pressure.

This could be
our last conversation.

(sighs)
It's always like this when I leave.

I carefully choose my words

because those might be
the last words he hears me say

if anything happens to me.

(sighs)

I don't want
to argue with him...

and I don't want to avoid
an argument with him.

You know, the same thing
is probably bothering Martin.

I mean, he knows
you're leaving tomorrow.

I think he's been dreading
your leaving

from the time he knew
you were coming here.

I mean, he probably thinks about
all the possibilities, too,

including the possibility
of your not coming back.

But if we all lived our lives
based on... what-ifs...

instead of what is,

we'd be living
in a continuous state of fear.

I know that's not how you live.

I mean, you couldn't
and do what you do.

And "what is" for us tonight?

Well, tonight...

you're both safe...

and with each other and your
family and friends and...

God, you have time together

to talk about whatever you want
to talk about, face-to-face.

Well, he was so prepared...

to let you have it,

when you tell him
he can't play pro baseball,

and he has to go to college.

I mean, he's been working
himself up for a fight, and...

Well, it just wasn't the fight

that he or even you thought
you were going to have.

You may have taken Martin
by surprise

when he saw you kissing Roxanne.

No, I definitely took him
by surprise.

Maybe it's... just what
both of you needed to...

to go back and heal
some old wounds

and reaffirm that you're
in this life together,

and you love each other
and respect each other.

He's really proud of you.

You know that, don't you?

You'll get through this.

(sighs)

(unclasping seat belt)

I think
I'll give it another minute.

Yeah.

All your old girlfriends have
gone home for the evening?

Roxanne and Paris.

I left my jacket.

I know.

I was hoping
you'd come back for it.

You were?

Okay, one:
Roxanne is not worthy.

And two: Paris has too many
issues and too much baggage.

And unless the age limit
to join the Marines

isn't what I think it is,

Vic is going to be around
for a while.

And three:

you're far too rich
and handsome and smart

to be depressed about anything.

Sit down.

Um... yeah.

Why don't you fly to New York
and come visit me sometime?

My crowd could use
some preaching.

(chuckles)

Feeling better?

Yeah, I am.

Thank you.

(giggles)

So, tell me all about yourself.

Uh...

(exhales)

So what made you
call me home tonight?

You were flirting with me
all during dinner.

I liked that.

I wish you did that
every night at dinner.

You know, I was
kind of annoyed

that you were paying so much
attention to Betsy and Roxanne.

When?

In the backyard while we were
all waiting for Martin's dad.

How could I not pay
attention to them?

I thought Roxanne was
going to pummel her.

Is that why you
went inside?

Yeah, that's why
I went inside.

I didn't know.

And I didn't know
you still feel...

Um, how should I say this
so I don't get pummeled?

You didn't know that I still
get jealous of Roxanne?

You two are friends.

Is that why you were flirting
with me at dinner?

Maybe.

Can we have her over
to dinner every night?

No. I prefer to take her
out to pizza once a week.

(chuckles)

I didn't just call you home

because you were flirting
with me at dinner.

Chandler and I saw Paris and Vic
talking on the back porch.

And I saw how unhappy Chandler
is and how unhappy Paris is

and how unhappy Vic is.

And I realize once again

how lucky I am to have
a wife who loves me.

I think I'm going to cry.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hey, Ruthie,
finish your homework yet?

No.
I was reading to Sam and David,

so I just opened the book again.

Well, want me
to help you?

Why the sudden generosity?

No reason.
I just like you.

Really? What's going on?

I'm just happy.

Why? There must be
some reason.

I guess it's because I don't
feel angry with my dad anymore.

Where is your dad?

In the kitchen with my mom.

No kidding?

You think they'll get back
together?

No. It's just nice knowing

that they don't seem angry
at each other anymore.

Really nice. Like Christmas.

Well, Merry Christmas.

I better go do my homework.

Night, Ruthie.

Good night.

(sighs)

So you're not gonna tell me why

the gigantic chip
on your shoulder feels

so much lighter tonight?

It just does, okay?

I don't have to tell
you everything.

I'm not drinking again.

Well, I hope not.

Where did you go
when you left the Camdens?

Went out to think.

To think about what I could do
to make my ex-wife

and my son proud of me.

But I am proud of you.

Nah, you're not proud of me.

Why should you be?

I did a horrible thing.

I've been a terrible dad,

but... I'm gonna be better.

And that makes me feel--
should I say it--

proud of myself.

I went to the Marine
Recruitment Office.

(chuckles, barks)

(phone rings)

Let the machine pick it up.

(machine beeps)

Paris, look, it's Roxanne.

I think I might have done
something stupid.

Besides falling in love with a
guy leaving for Iraq tomorrow,

I might have mentioned to Betsy

that Chandler is still in love
with you,

and and now I think Betsy...

You and Chandler?

We're just friends.

Huh.

Chandler...

Well, I better be going.

You know, just when I thought

everything in my life might be
working out, for once...

Maybe you should go after him,
talk to him.

I have a feeling
he'll work it out for himself.

Okay...

I'm sorry.

I wasn't waiting for an apology.

I just didn't know
what to say to you.

Oh.

You're not expecting me
to say sorry, too, are you?

No.

But what aren't you sorry about?

I'm not sorry I kissed Roxanne.

But I feel badly that you think
I betrayed your mother.

Believe me, the first time
I kissed a woman

after your mother died--

and it was a long time after she
died-- I felt I betrayed her.

But what am I supposed to do,

never kiss a woman again
for the rest of my life?

She told you she wanted you
to get married again.

I remember
when she told you that.

It made me angry for her
to give you permission.

I know she was trying
to be nice, but...

I knew she was giving up
at that point...

and I didn't want her
to ever give up.

I didn't want her to die.

Idon't think
she had any choice.

I know.

And I know we don't have
any choice either.

We have to live without her.

You don't have a choice
about being a Marine either.

I know that.

That's who you are.

And...

even though I'm afraid
of losing you, too...

I'm really proud of you.

I'm proud of you too, son.

You want me to go call Roxanne

and apologize
for yelling at her?

Why would you do that?

In case you want to make out
with her next time

you're home on leave.

Would you mind?

(laughs)

(chuckles)

Hey, yeah, just wanted

to say good night
and thanks.

I had a... a really nice time
talking to you at dinner.

I had a really nice time, too.

I hope you know I'd never kiss
a woman I didn't respect.

Are you just saying that

because Martin's
standing there?

No. I'm saying it

because I think you're
beautiful and opinionated,

and I love
that you're a cop

and I respect you.

Oh.

So should I expect
to ever hear from you again?

You should.
I'll be in touch.

Good night.

Let's find your aunt
and go home.

I'm right here.
I've been waiting for you two.

You've been doing more than
waiting for the two of us.

You've got lipstick
all over your face.

Do I?

I was just restoring some
of Chandler's dignity...

boosting his ego.

Oh, it was a charity mission.

So did you two talk?

Is it baseball or college?

Here's what I think:

Martin's practically
a grown man.

He's responsible,
makes good decisions.

I'm going to let him decide
for himself.

As long as he doesn't do
anything that would close

the door on going to college
altogether.

You keep up your grades,
take the SATs.

Apply to some schools.
Make sure you have options.

But if in the end

you decide you're going
to play pro ball...

it's okay with me.

I stand by you.

Really?

Absolutely.

Thanks.

Um...

I was here earlier,
but I'm back because...

I'm Vic and I'm an alcoholic.

ALL:
Hi, Vic.

(knocks)
Still doing your homework?

I'm stuck
on this one algebra question.

You want me to help you?

Or I could wake up your mother
and get her to help you?

I want to do it myself.

Okay.

So is Martin's dad going back
tomorrow?

He is.

I feel for him, but I feel
helpless to do anything.

I mean,
what can any of us do?

We can take a good look
in the mirror,

and when we all see peace...

we'll have peace on Earth.

* This is my life *

* This is my time *

* This is my name *

* I'll put it on the line
this time *

* This is my life *

* Well, I am, I am abandoned
by your empty pride *

* But I'm always thinking
of you *

* You are the inspiration
that I hold inside *

* As I rise or fall above you *

* And I'll be what I'll be *

* And you'll never believe
what I can do *

* And you'll see,
well, you see me *

* How I don't need you now *

* I can be you,
this is my life *

* This is my time *

* This is my name *

* I'll put it on the line
this time *

* So no more believing the lies
that you swallow *

* I'll believe them away
tonight *

* This is my day *

* This is my time *

* This is my life. *

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