Brave dreams that are kindled from ashes. Rise out over all the battle below. Spread wings over all that he passes. . So his life can stay immortal to his country.
Erica would much prefer to hide behind her hair. Conveniently you cannot see her face. Though she keeps her mind wide open. To the affluent society. And the mystery's still kept up in her hair.
Mother, I fear for the laddies. There ain't much more coal to go down to. There ain't much more soul to get round to. Not anymore. . Mother, I hear for the laddies.