How many tears does it take
before a memory fades away?
Sadness and luck fight until they are struck
by lightning on a glorious day.
Somewhere it's hidden within.
A lost army struggles to win the last way.
The scars on my soul long ago pushed them all
but it seems just like fresh yesterday.
I'm not coming home this time. I'm not coming home.
Then I'd still like to know,
Where are these lost rivers flowing from?
Does newborn life tell you news from outside
or feeds it a down-counting bomb?
I'm on my way to meet you outside.
I'm on my way to meet you.
Needless to say but I need just a sign
to fill this vacuum inside.