Let me tell you a story or let me intend
Is the story that represent my fallen friends
A simple day where I had to patrol
Was the day that the hole city lost control
Down from the sky the rail fallen apart
One in a thousand times, it was a piece of art
But it continued more than any could expect
We didn't know that in all of us it will affect
May I search tomorrow my old friend
But, will it really matter in the end?
Streets filled with death, there's sorrow blowing in every breath
He will not return, the time is rushing, but will it burn?
The water took everything I could love
Angels laughing in the skies above
They only left death memories, But will it rush or will it burn?
Shall I still sing this song? Or will we wait for a new dawn