Fragile

If blood will flow,when flesh and steel are one

Drying in the colour of evening sun

Tomorrow's rain will wash the srains away ,but something in our mind will allways stay

Perhapsthis final act was meant to clinch a lifetime's argument

That nothing comes from violence and nothing never could

For all those born beneath an angry star,lest we forget how fragile we are.

On and on the rain will fall like tears from a star,like tears from a star.

On and on the rain will say how fragile we are,how fragile we are.