Lovers quarrel

Friends shall fight

Though in the end we all take flight

Through the Unknown

Whilst we find

Happiness of a golden line

Hatred seethes within our blood

Growing deep

Though never shown

Death Betrayal

Love and trust

Start melting till we know we must

As we take off through the clouds

Crying for peace

Though none ever found

Wondering while we wander

Of a myth

The golden line

The one fountain of youth

Thy shall never find

Finally they speak of peace

Truth and justice

Now it is too late and they fall

Wings broken by the mere idea

Till they hit the ground

There they find peace

Will never be found