I could not face the wind of the gods on that morning
Folding hands at their heads and just starting to cry
Tuck their wiltch or they waste all their breath without warning
And nobody bothers to stand and demand reasons why
One good afternoon they all climb to the hilltop
Scratching their heads
Ain't in terms with the truths they no longer believe
How did this happen? Where did we stumble?
Slowly they started to see
Cold and forever their faith goes divide
And stand them away from the place
They wanted to be
One good afternoon they all climb to the hilltop
Scratching their heads
Ain't in terms with the truths they no longer believe
How did this happen? Where did we stumble?
Slowly they started to see
Cold and forever their faith goes divide
And stand them away from the place
They wanted to be
I could not face the wind of the gods on that morning
Folding hands at their heads and just starting to cry
Tuck their wiltch or they waste all their breath without warning
And nobody bothers to stand and demand reasons why

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