Things, riches, they can be replaced
People, they can't be replaced
Some say the life we live is the game we play
Why do we play when we're in checkmate?
Braids, guitars, we'd sing every night
Field flowers, it all felt so right
When one fell down, I'd be there lifting them up
Those hands holding the feathers of
My wings
Three brothers running with the breeze
Never thought they'd be running from me
Fights, crying, we'd all disagree
Screams, lying, you'd pack all your things
The price we pay to get our way is far too big
The world's gone mad, how can I protect you with
My wings?
Three friends who'd spend their days laughing
Lost in the depths of their beliefs
Each standing on the edge
Overflowing with regret
The past, one forgets
Destruction, loss and death
The voices in your head
Power turned to madness
You leaped and you reached
But you couldn't quite grab
My wings
Oh, my wings
Three sons have now become just two
Don't fret, I'll gather both of you
In my
In my
Come and I'll
Wrap you in my
Wings