I saw his face
I knew we had no choice
the moment of lost
crossed in to our history
no more a mystery but a moment
the strong well destroy the fault
judgment becomes a rose
the doorway we walk into is new clay
it is our new birthday
as true raise to a dark cloud
our reality vowed a fall
a call is echoed but no one is aware
tears and prayer of many are not hear
funny how the soul of one become our
doom goal
