when you feel like nothing’s right,
when you get sick of all these fights,
when your start to die deep inside,
when you cry for sleep at night,
when troubles won’t go away,
and It’ll bring you to your knees,
it’s like to open a door from wrong key,
when you’d be standing at this stage,
where you feel you’re falling from above,
i will take your hand and lift you up,
and when everything seems like a lie,
and you ask yourself a question “Why” ?
i will hold your hand,fly you away from there,
faster than the wind came by .
written by : Revolution of World