How can I find the light in the dark
When everyone secretly cries
And no-one can put the fallen together.
How can I open my eyes
When people close theirs
Just to escape from reality.
How can I smile
When I hear the cries
Of people running with their hands in their eyes.
How can I see the world beautiful
When torture has become the new fun
And hearing cries is now music.
How can I enjoy this dead city
When dying is living
And life is death.
With the little hope left,
I want to save them
Hold their hands
And put the fallen together.
Just hold on a little longer
We will find our way up to the stars