I never thought about this time,
Neither I planned it,
And here I am;
Inside of a wave,
That’s pushing me by.
And the fight is reigning,
Even though I’d never wanted to war;
And the tears are falling,
Even though I never thought I wanted to cry.
The veil of the night,
It’s covering my eyes,
And the voice of despair;
Leaves me alone,
In a bed made of ice.
