Another Tale Contrast
Not palmtrees at the seashore
Not the sun high at cenith
Can thrill me like the green wet gras
Enclose the dark blue seas
In spite of all the danger
Behind every wall or door
It makes me feel when I reach town
Like coming home again
Again
But I never crossed
The bloody border
I never fought
The fight for god
I never felt
The fear behind my back
I never felt
I never felt
The sword of death
However poor they may be
And how much pain they will feel
In every room you feel the warmth
Send out by a heart
Away
But I never crossed...
