Song: Fragile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,
Drying in the colour of the evening sun.
Tomorrowґs rain will wash the stains away,
But something in our minds will always stay.
Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetimers argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could.
For all those born beneath an angry star,
Lest we forget how fragile we are.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel become one,
It dries, illuminated by the evening sun.
But tomorrow's rain will wash away her footprints.
But she will forever leave an imprint in our memory.
Perhaps this last act was needed to resolve the eternal dispute
That violence did and never will bring,
To those who were born under an unlucky star
Not to forget what we fragile.