They forgot to build a place to be
in a world a big as this,
where the fire doesn't burn your skin,
where you're born to eternity.
And in darkness, the giffed one slip away
without knowing of their magic given to them,
without asking, long before they came.
There's no road to take that'll get me there
and leads me to find this place,
In the afternoon as the sun goes down,
the grass catches fire.
They forgot to build a place to be
in a world a big as this,
where the fire doesn't burn your skin,
where you're born to eternity.
There's a whistle softly sounding as you see
a fast rider who is leaving while he's scraming
that he's never coming back again.
Colors in this land have a different tone,
so dusty you can't even see
People here don't know who they want to be.
There's nothing in which to believe.
Here the mothers watch, as their children leave
calling their names as they weep
Sorrow doesn't mean anything to them,
are no more reasons to live.