Dreams of NY and shadows of silver green grass

Soldiers marching. Soldiers counting for every step a man takes in that line, for every man that falls on our way to Terabithia.

Battlefield glimpse once from green shadows of tree leaves and smooth green grass, man was there with rifles and swords to plane that green feeling to dust.

We are all brothers in arms, we all share one DNA, still we fight for what we belive in.

He pulled the trigger and killed a man, he had 2 sons and 1 girl. He had a wife....

Heroes we are for killing fathers, heroes we are for saving private Ryan.

Through land and desire, thrue fields and destruction, our home is the fields behind lowlands.

Sing that song with me, that song only i heard once. In my dream land i will be baptised and witness your death. Battle will rise, and i will be lonely in heaven. Alarm after the deserted man who stared at the eyes of death. So many diffrent worlds, so many diffrent citys, where light hits the eyes, New York is only a example of many.

Guitar in the shade of the night played on its strings that blended me in moon shine. That sound echoed in my head long time before our time together.

We are fools to belief we survive this morning in sunny red honey dipped in hot chocolate thrue the window. We are fools, but we choose still belive in this foolishness.

My health is no good, neither was i a good samaritan before either, i am only simple man with open heart.

I am only simple samaritan, nor good nor bad, but still i can be evil, when i choose that.

Now play that song u sang to me, and let me fall asleep again.....