5 acessos
The fires raged for many years, it was a time of change. The heavens rained with sorrow's tears, then came the brand new day. That day there was a burnt out field, it's earth was black and charred. It's flowers once were peoples' hopes, but now they were their scars
After the fire, the ruins there did lay. After the fire, would come a brand new day
The field stood in misery, the years passed it by. A new age was awakening, to bury history's lies. One misty morn as day awoke, that field had come alive. Seeds once sown that now had grown, new life that would not die
After the fire, the ruins there did lay. After the fire, would come a brand new day. After the fire, the ruins there did lay. After the fire, would come a brand new day
The new age is approaching, and with it we shall be. The field was 1945 and the seeds were you and me
After the fire, the ruins there did lay. After the fire, would come a brand new day. After the fire, the ruins there did lay. After the fire, would come a brand new day