Dear dreamers out there,
Forever held captive
By forces too strong
By demons from ashes.
I pray that you hear me,
In the night of the war.
I want you to help me
To conquer them all.
All people with problems
All people ashamed,
It must be a reason
The world is in pain.
Because of our thinking,
Because of our wrath,
Good people are paying
The hard things they get.
It's still too soon to know what it'll bring,
But all of the demons are drawing us in.
The hearts of our men
Are bleeding with love
For all of the reasons
We should have unknown,
But all of our souls are painted in red
And all of our prays are closed in a shed.
A shed made of tears,
Of hard-work and pain,
Because that's how nature
Makes us feel in vain.
For all of the mothers and children who sleep,
Arise from the grave to help us rebuild.
From ashes, from sorrow,
The need of tomorrow,
The tears of the planet,
The screams of our souls.
The sweet taste of Heaven
The soft sound of ravens
With hope in their peaks
To burn us again.
Without any hope in my heart
Still I pray
That better, warm times are going to rain
Upon all of us, upon of our dreams
Upon of where everything slowly begins
To fall into place
Without any grace
Because that's how the world
It's supposed to be.
Painful and deceiving
Hurting and receiving
Swearing and loving
Blowing and rolling.
For we are all humans
For we are all creatures
Made for a higher purpose
In future.