Waken by the scream of a buzzard. Sending cold shivers down his back. . Now across the barren desert gallops a horse. The only thing alive maintaining hope.
The groan of wind a hiding deadly disease. A killer that hides in the wind. And cannot be seen. A powerful enemy a threat that truly exists. By a hair hung our lives.
And she walks her way so treatled. Leads away from the bless she's earned. Gone away the meaning. Before the day against the morning. . Down the path of the blind souls she walks.
Desperate cry of a child. Who only wants to live. An innocent human being. Deprived of all his dreams. . Painful faces of the others. Who once were the chosen.
A condemned man in a prison cell charged with a crime he has done. He draws a picture on the wall a symbol of victory. He clothed peoples thoughts in words declared peace and liberty.
Breaking loose from reality surrounding me. Keeping you bonded in my imagination. Drifting away within the limits of consciousness. Falling in sleep with memories you left for me.
And life goes on with harmony. Day after day those same routines. And lifetime filled with happiness. The most greatest joy. . So great is the sea so small your boat.