The sand, the grains - a symbol of time

The sea, the waves - a song with a rhyme

A desert wind



Time - shattering the images above and healing wounds

A desert wind, a frying sun

A holy war handled by an angry gun

The night, the moon, the sky, the stars above us

The day, the sun, burning the mysterious thoughts

Inspiring an artist



Did you ever think, did you ever know, did you ever feel

That I was last to go?

Waiting at the gallows pole

There's a time when our dreams should be fulfilled



The screen of rays full of mist

A little child grown by the loving priest



There's a time when our dreams should be fulfilled

The day we come back from the landmine field

Distorted figure covered in black

Another soul is hidden away from you

Well what's the point?



The sand, the grains - a symbol of time

Well what's the point

If your ego is based on your success?

So the story goes on like a game of chess