No ideal scape for painless sky.
Amid the living shadows of dead souls, there is a home…
And calling through the cracks, to a person inside,
He is almost ready to open the door

Greetings from the people strange and far
They know nothing of you and your story
They know the songs that whisper with their hearts
And feel the glory

An idea of you, just a small thought
About a living pain still so much to laugh
Burning flame buried in sand
To break open with the bare hands

Time nowadays has stood still,
To recall the survivors like you and feel
A simple truth it knows not too long…
Before the birds fly in the morning sun

To stop, like the people lost,
The special gist that this world ought to have
Will forever only be a figment that was…