"I lost the last of my hope on that night. When the morning never came. Staring in the eye of all those ghosts of loss. And like the plague it crushed me. On the eve of a new moon". . I'm made
the only way out of it. A sea of lovers losing time. Of lovers losing hope. Will you let me follow you. Wherever you go. Bring me home. A certain type of silence is filled my voice. A scream beneath the
frontiers, warriors of the past. Hear their voice, the mothers of the desert. Daring to dream, a prayer, a hope. Peaceful harmony Turning lies, turning tides. Turning for me