Keeping Hope
To your happiness
Alone, just alone
You are moving these days
Out of sereness
So all alone, just alone
And instead of searching for help
You are smoking a cigarette
They tear apart lives
Which you can never let go
You are my wind of life
Under these crimson skies
You turn to aeon times
Till the day I die
This is the wind of life
Under these rainy skies
Please keep your hope all life
Till the day you die
And nobody sees your woe
And no-one will get to know
And no-one will see the truth
Aeon times
Wind of life
We have to cope
And keeping hope
Autor(es): Marc Ziegler