My land should not let our heroes go
In my own land our souls would worth more than a war
Silence, my words are dying, while I deny it
No father should lose their son
My footprints are fading away
And not a single word is left to say
You painted in gray the shore of my land
A painting of sadness
Lonely I’m knocking at your door
I feel the blurring breeze revealing more and more
Slowly I shed no more tears, I know you’re with me
I will avenge your brave souls
I can’t just wash my blood away
There are grains of sand in my veins
Dry leaves are falling, such a beauty to share
They tell you reap and sow but life is not always fair
We’re always delayed crossing oceans of void
Life plays tricks on us building diamonds with stones
Don’t let go of the rope
Feelings always unknown
Father and son
You painted in gray the shore of my land
A painting of sadness
You were the key when smiled at me
You were my life which ends in here
But your soul’ll live on