Where is their hope When there’s nothing but fire as our feet surrounded Disparition for which must not waste a tear this animal will die and nature without hesitation order will restore the kingdom with the sands once trapped inside now are free

Go inside my dear hide behind your troubles some lies look to the sky with all your crazy little dreams and talk with magic birds and trees indeed we will all see what you want us to believe trust and see you will only be deceived by the emptiness within your self