With a load in my mind to see me leaving.
I bitterly cry by fighting for an ideal.
An ideal is selfishness and power in vain.
Uncertainty got my head and it doesn't stop pounding
I just wanted a light to hammer stops
But the voice of a child ask for my attention
It means for me saying not
But if I deny the selfishness ideal
I'm going to be judged and thrown in the loneliness of thorn of an abyss.
But the loaded mind won't be remembered, so forgotten.
Coz the voice of a child saved my life.
The life takes life off will not be respected
With spent time it'll be mute
Men of the houses goes and women cries
Sons mature by uneven fate.
That's happiness from war, the truth hell
Living in war or living in peace
