There's always another mountain to climb,
There's always an angry river to cross,
Some get by unscratched in this game called "Life",
Some overwhelmed by fear, broken and lost.
Like a firefly on a lone hill, you are lost and alone,
Trying to fill your vessel with everything you have got,
While your heart shines with hope, your eyes weild unshed tears,
Of the forgotten remembered, and the loved ones forgot.
When the pitch black clouds cover the mourning sky,
And the saints go mad from the devil's cry,
Like a baloon in a storm, you are blown away,
No one to call 'family', and no place to stay.
While the eyes bleeed tears of sorrow and pain,
The heart burns with fire, fueled by hatred and rage,
The dried blood on the fingers melting away in the rain,
And no one to cleanse the dead man's stain.
But when the war ends, a new sun will rise,
The red skies smiling on the bloody reprise,
Fear not my child, for until the time you grow,
Pain, anguish, woe and suffering will be all you know.
And whenever the world will speak of unity and peace,
Men will desecrate their minds with God and Sin,
And when the brothers kill each other out of envy of the kin,
Always remember my forgetful child, the real enemy lies within!
