The time I love is 1945,
We reach for one another,
But reach is all we do,
The vortex is closed,
So is my heart,
When we will be united as one,
76 years apart,
And yet I mourn for you.

The ship still sails,
The towers forever high,
And that airship still sails through the sky.

We move through the shadows,
We move through the mind,
We mourn throughout time,
Reaching out to the ones that can hear,
Saying goodbye to our loved ones.

When the blood moon rises
On the month of Christ,
Shall the vortex open
And the universe be seen,
On the 30 year.

One person runs,
One person fights,
One person stands up for rights,
If you look then you can see,
The same today and the next,
Some people are years apart,
Some people are next to one another,
Get close and you can see,
The eyes of hatred for you and me.

The Twin Oak Trees,
The tallest there was,
Thousands of squirrels work in it,
One day
Two mighty dragons came a crashed into them,
One for each,
The Trees caught fire,
Most of the squirrels perished,
But every squirrel that day,
Mourned for the squirrels that were lost.

Words can raise armys,
They can make them fall,
They can make men cry,
Even make them rise tall,
And they are a weapon
Greater then them all.