Revolution in their minds the children start to march. Against the world in which they have to live. And all the hate that's in their hearts. They're tired of being pushed around.
Misty morning, clouds in the sky. Without warning, a wizard walks by. Casting his shadow, weaving his spell. Funny clothes, tinkling bell. . Never talking.
Have you ever thought about your soul can it be saved?. Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay in your grave. Is God just a thought within your head or is he a part of you?.