A lonely warriors at field
We was destroy all, what we build
We roam at roads between a clouds
And pain is all, what we can counts
All our fights is with our ghosts
And our hopes already lost
We want so much, but nothing got
What are we looks for? May be God?
Between a clouds at lonely fields
We choose between a death and tears
A lonely warriors, we browse
To find our fate, our final choice.
A lonely warriors
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