This world is both full of wisdom and wonder while being wounded by wars
As true trust is taller than any tower, tenderness is tickling in every town
At the same time, agony is annihilating many arts of affection, all around any amical ambiance, like ancient primitive altars
So there's a thin line between friendship and falseness, despite future fulfilling foreign attempts to fraternity, like a dove has flown
I've given up endless hope for a hearthier home for the lonely people who have been haunted by the hellish side of any human's soul
However, love is never lost for any lonely person, as any glimpse of light can be led to a distant lane full of lads with levelled laughter
Out on these streets it will turn too cold by the winds of change so that the lads can get the chance to chill for carving life's charm and coal
Stand the unpredictable brutal boost of betraying weather that emerges the bad brains, but brotherhood will once blossom better
So the conclusion for the revolution of the lost and lonely ones: don't only rely on any friendly fusion but also fight for your life's conclusions and get used to any putrid personal pollution