I found it:
I believed
But found the time for doubting.
He made no sound,
I heard the devil shouting.
I wanted peace,
I did not want the glory.
I walked in hell,
And now I tell my story.
I sing sad song,
I did not write the music.
I find sad words,
Waiting-Just inside my mind.
I played my part,
But seldom did i choose it.
I held a gun,
I did not want to use it.
Call it fate or destiny-
By either name it troubles me.
And now,
If you should look into my eyes,
By chance you might just see,
A sad, sad soul that sheds its tears,
Yet lets the heart go free.
And in between the two of them,
If you should read my mind,
You'll know the soul still sheds its tears,
For deeds left far behind.
But if you see the eagle there,
Then don't ignore the dove,
For now that all the killings done,
There's nothing left but love.
J.Miles