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All I find in my tired, brave and slowing heart...
...is the hope for a better world than this,
where there will be no wars
It愀 too late for a change of heart, Arthur
Yes. So it is...
Fire. God in heaven...
Her face and hands...
Her white body...
Her hair of gold, so soft and alive...
GOD!
What have I done...?!
What can I do...!
The future has gone.
Dreams of shadows.
The time has come.
No sorrow...
...in my soul.
Fears behind me.
A wall grows up.
My eyes are blinded.
By the ruin.
Voice from beyond.
That I can愒 forget and shout.
Broken by the lies.
Suddenly your life goes out.
The roar of the wounded lion.
The pain turns into anger.
In the spider web, you are the prey.
There is no way out.
AGAINST THE GRIEFS
I MUST BE FREE
PROMISED LAND!
Smashed in a thousand pieces.
With my tired heart.
Your own misery.
Leaves you adrift.
My eyes try to find you.
Shine of a light.
The light in the darkness.
I resist to be myself.
AGAINST THE GRIEFS
I MUST BE FREE
PROMISED LAND!
AGAINST THE GRIEFS
I MUST BE FREE