When you're lost in the eternity of sorrow and despair flows in every vessel within you there's always a comrade, like a hero who lightens and settles your life to glow.

When you're carrying an aching burden and the purpose of your life's left hidden. There's always an angel from the heavens who brakes the rules which are forbidden and saves you from the tomb of desperation.

A comrade, a hero, an angel... Whatever you call him, he's a friend who listens, who comforts, who understands and who's worthy to be one of a kind.