This was our path
A clear way through the woods
Shaded from the summer sun
Perfect light and fresh air
...
Old before my time
Playing the same old rhyme
Because its easy
Until fate takes aim
...
I'm standing at a crossroads,
Waiting for a sign,
That the path I've taken so far,
Was not following the blind,
...
They marched beneath old crosses,
wrapped in flags of red and white,
speaking loud of "taking back"
a country no one owns by right.
...
Broken Promise
This was our path
A clear way through the woods
Shaded from the summer sun
Perfect light and fresh air
Dogs leading the way
This was our view
White horse to the left
Forest to the right
Wild downs rolling in front
Us breathless and content
These were our cliffs
Endless waves never washing away
Our names side by side
Seven sisters to witness
A promise made
This was our sunset
Burning silent on a still sea
The same sun that rose
Many years before
Stealing my heart