He always told me that he could never run like him, like him
The young man lost his leg when they found a way to fight again,
On the corner of street she begs people all alone with fear, with fear,
If she's lucky enough she can get to the breadline with just a few coins,
The world has turned for someone,
They can't be,
We're all in the same game,
Just different levels,
Dealing with the same hell,
Just different devils,
The young girl runs away from the house on the sixth street,Third block
I think this time she can not endure the pain, she just can't take it,
The soldiers at the door, peace will never come to the promised land,
The warchild hides again, Waiting for the change, all filled with rage
With broken wings you try to fly, just to live a piece of life,
Cause it's always worth to fight, Just hold on, just hold on