Now I Think
Now I think It's almost too late to Rhyme the lines of our own sad fate Knowing to well how it twists and truns Always trying to make us burn
Come take my hand Come with me and leave this land Toghether we change the hands of fate
Now with their greedy grins and cold colored eyes They judge our sins as if we stole the sky Make haste make haste the wind cries aloud Make haste make haste their on the next cloud
Come take my hand Come with me and leave this land Toghether we change the hands of fate