Disloyal (Pol)

A Day of Sorrow

Disloyal (Pol)


Ther comes the time 
In a life of each of us 
When we are aware of 
What has passed away until present day 
Summoning the memories 
We know it won`t be back 
Was it good or was it bad? 
Something came stealing the past 
Sadistic time 
Open the gate of my mind 
And created a day 
To look backwards 
When we have feeded a young man 
And let him grow up 
So that he could 
Rise over us 
A day of sorrow 
A day of memories 
People say: we don`t know 
How did they die 
People say: we`ve forgotten 
About the time 
But a life is the door to the other side 
Opening fast 
Old man brings a key 
To complete an act