Where the souls of the soldiers
Were still fighting in their wars
She left me in the church yard
And I waited there for her
A falling feeling when I stand next to you
They can't see, what I can see
This brilliant reward just from looking at you
Say that it's safe out here
And in a black sea of trees
We will face all our fears
Wait for the sky to clear
And I wont be afraid anymore
I never needed something so bad just to re-apear
And I wont ever leave you
I was looking at some photographs
I need to stop living in the past
The burn marks on my hand
I believed in fairy tales
Now I know that they are real
The fire from the forrest
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