Tears making storms Hidden with the rain sound (my lungs, breathless) Wait makes you lose your time, fading away What can I do to escape? Sleeping in the box Lie down and have not done It’s our nature (wasted fate) Swimming against the tide (arms of the time) I was wrong to believe I was wrong I belong to a place to call To call my own To call my own To call my own What kind of soldier am I Fighting for wasted time The best man that you want to be Since the light I have never seen Will guide him on the climb to win It’s the place the winner calls home My flag is the song that I I finally wrote I finally wrote