I saw bullets going trough my skin
it felt like falling down to sleep
without pain
Storm is coming to comfort me
with it's cooling rain and wind
I fear death no more!
Is this the end of war?
Will it be so simple?
Who knows will I ever rise again?
Or am I already rising up to heaven?
I see trough myself and I see nothing
there's nothing to see or feel
I must be borning again to have
young, strong, everlasting peace