Tied to wreth of red roses
The broken promisses rest on our grave.
Times of freedom, peace & love
Had been forgotten long time ago.
And while we realise our rights to be free
We're leaving just a memory.

The orphan children prey for hope
Spelling the words on their father's grave.
Leaving just a memory of stone
And there's nothing left to be saved.
And all these peaple around just stand,
Waiting for the moment - waiting to the end.

The picture of his lost childhood
Hangs quitly on his father's memory wall.
I cry when this picture back to my mind
And I know that nothing deserve it at all.
Screaming into the night hoping for somone to hear
While there's no one to recieving his call.

Breathing the poison that the gavernment says,
Peaple obey because they've been told it's their rights.
But i saw the truth in this house,
The house that stays dark in the night.
And nobody wants to know and nobody cares
How to bring back to this house his light!