every one of us lives his own story
filled with happiness and sorrow
our voices entwined to the world
wishing only to love and be loved
to take care of those dear to the heart
to protect and nurture
and what if they are taken away from us?
precious bodies in your arms, lifeless
and there's no one who can save them
no one who could fix our problems
all the world loses its' reason
how long does it take for sadness
to disappear from the fields?
or does it echo there for generations?
when people kill people
who's the hero?
the one who won't show his face
but carry on, doing one good deed
at a time; who won't allow
his back to be broken by despair
raging around in turmoil
the believer that the good will prevail
in the end; the one who can loose
everything, yet still have faith in humanity