What will you breathe then? What will you breathe? When the air resounds with soulful cries; The laments of the dying and the desperate; And the cracking of the whip tearing a man's chest. The last breaths of the dead many, will only be left. What will you drink then? What will you drink? …
Friends Forever
Where Sky finds Shelter, And Earth finds Breath; Where Love finds Life, And Life finds a World; Where Heart finds Faith, And Faith finds a Friend; Where You find Me, And We find Love; Where there is no value for Diamonds and Gold, And that deep emotion is Friendship, Which we will Forever withhold.