Will I stay where it's safe and sound? Or will I fight 'till I hit the ground? Inside this bitter cage, all the flowers wilt down in the crimson sky. Take my hand, will we run or stay In this world, full of cruelty? Will we take arms, With the hopes to see the sun again? We pray... Do we lack the strength to fight? Have we lost the will to fly? The world is dark... The world is cruel... But still, we hang on tight... If this final breath could somehow save this world I'd breathe my last sigh and close my tired eyes And all the ones we lost, we'd find again In this beautiful world we've wished for. But the world grows darker... We can't recover... This narrow cage that we depend on slowly crumbles... Is this the end we cannot mend? We're slowly dying... If we're here, even with fear, We must keep fighting...