Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or the characters.
Senses of the Soul
Can I be it, Roy?
The first of us to bend,
That I might call you friend,
Salvage what's left and mend.
Can I do it alone,
mixed with desperation and regret?
Your creature I have become.
I seek you,
To wipe away your tears,
To wipe away our sins,
To wipe away my fears.
I seek you,
to make right this foul wrong.
I'll do anything.
Done!