No walls around me, fresh air
I breathe it through my heart
The wind plays with my silver hair
Creates the piece of art
It's over now, the blood-red age
Of fighting and of fear
Of people being put in cage
Of dangers that were near
I lived it all, I lived the deaths
Of people that I loved
My soul has died from the offence
Of ones that I adored
But I've restored myself somehow
For twenty hundred times
But it can hurt me until now
When my body dies
My body dies after I lived and danced on edge of knife
My love, emotions and my faith, please, try to stay alive