Testo Private Sorrow

Heaven's rain falls uponFaces of the children who look skyward.Twisting metal through the air,Scars and screamsSo you might know his fury.See shells whistle,Let your mind drift away.See shells whistle,Let yourself hide away.Men walking tallLooking so small.Green trees of life disappearing.Mouthing the sounds.Face clowning the frownsBlack the lips of command.Torn in the heart.You're playing the partCourage it is so demandingLoud brass in bands.Marching through lands.Life snatching hand is near.Heaven's army falls upon.The skirts of Mother Earth and then flies skywards.Twisting wings through the airLift the souls,So you might know his fury.See shells whistle,Let your mind drift away.See shells whistle,Let yourself hide away.Dressed in whites ilk of rainYou marry the pain.As you kneel in a Church of bright steelA new morning arrives.You share the same skies.Umbrella-ring a land full of peaceAs the memory fadesOn the edge of a blade.You'll return you 're sure that you will.From the frame in your handA smile expands.Hangs from a thread of glass tears.