Tries

The cyclone of feelings, the tempest of life..
In this mighty sea, we are on ship of tries..
The wind of circumstances, that flows so high..
Lets bear the blow and wait for surprise..

'Cause after all of the chaos and all of slice..
The vultures of badluck, will have to fly..
There is a sun, a moon and stars shining light..
There will be a day of hope after disappointing night..

So lets join hands and lets say hi's..
The power of love will prevail in styles..
Some battles may defeat to win in wars..
But going gets to who never stop to tries...

Coming home!

After facing some bullets and defusing some bomb..
Here is the soldier, coming home..
Eyes full of water and heart full of storm..
Here is the soldier, coming home..

The gravity of duty does makes him alone..
Here is the soldier, coming home..
Leaving Sky full of fighters and ground full of throne..
Here is the soldier, coming home..

No matter for how long, to leave how soon..
Here is the soldier, coming home..