If I could rewind the turning hands of time Only progressing forwards on a constant speed A pace without disgrace right to infinity We must go on without correction of our deeds It sounds like irony we all are free Captured by our past eternally Those to me are fools who try to change The facts of history Like our acts of hate which will never fade Inside our memory like a secret haze On the day we die sins evade from inside Never to fade impossible to erase It sounds like irony we all are free Captured by our past eternally Those to me are fools who try to change The facts of history Thats why we feel sadness...madness So many tears we shed a lake of tears To wash the sins away but they never disappear Memories always coming through Life does not forget the truth Our ancestors accused same us our children They point their fingers at us its us you were killing Time is running out to correct the direction Is there only sadness left or time for correction? A possibility that we are free To change fate with fantasy We can make the rules change the lanes Away from hate away from hate Away from sadness...madness...
correction, sadness, change, irony, captured