I have to come to you
I have to come to you I have time on the way I wish you knew my sorrow But the story of grief has to be told Arrogance did not allow him to bow down I had to raise my hand first Fatigue is gone, so read something There is an old letter below the plow I used the slogan of love So I have to pay the ransom He didn't even ask I have to tell my story I was so sad I couldn't laugh I had to smile when I saw you To defeat the opposing wind The lamps have to be lit with blood