Wide, bright horizons
O’er epic tales of courage
Rolling through my mind
Wide, bright horizons
O’er epic tales of courage
Rolling through my mind
Warmest orange light
Touching flowers on the ground
Blessing them with life
So many treasures
From all across the wide world
Hist’ry in a room
A man whom oft lies
Focused only on himself
He oft dies alone.
With sad and tired eyes
She sleeps and she dreams of them:
Better days ahead
A lost weary man
Without family or friends
Did lie down at last