The glimpse of the horses in silver
With the sound of running proud
Knights march was never so beautifull
As they march to the battle ground.
I gave my soldier a goodbye flower
While he ride his horse through the light
I pray that one day he will return to me
and hoping that he would still be alive.
Days turns into months, months into years
Here in the shadow Im waiting at the gates
For I would dream he is comming back
Then starring at the end of all landscapes.
But then It was told, he was already gone
You know you must forget your knight
But some things just cant be forgotten
Even when you know they are right.
Still im hoping when the gates open their doors
For I will wait here, till he is here in my embrase
Going on with a life without him is hard to bare
Because waiting for him was the promise I made.
