Hear me, all the anger appears to sleep. For each wound that bleeds within my Chest, another soul might have found Some long lost rest. How did it come to this, where did We fail? For the world to see I lift my Glass and treat myself to a small Sip of melancholy
I see you're standing by the rope Full of anger, hate and pain. I feel like screaming out to you I want to reach you. I see you're feeling down again Can I make you understand You can reach out for my hand.
It's gone now all that we regret. So it's time to take another step Towards what should have been our Common goal. Let us raise our glass to what we Achieved, let us drink to the past And to all we believed
