If you turn when you leave,
You don`t have to cry or greive...

Dear father i am the fallen one.
I am the lost and torn son...

When the crescent surly rises, i know whar is in...
That part of me hiddin behind the crescent door...

Won fights, annouced love,
All secrets kept above...

What is love for me?
Is it just a thing for me to see...

Be happy that aperently for you there is still...
Take joy in the fact that due to her your life...