Never Give Up by GothicA
Freedom watches our cages
made of stone,
made of pain.
When will we be stronger
to take this battle in our hands?
Uncertainty plays with our lives,
it seems that we've become toys.
And our hands are chained,
and fear is there to destroy.
Chances have lost their wish
to calm down this situation which plays with us.
But if we just sit here with no faith,
we'll soon become dust.
Emptiness overcomes our depths,
meaning has gone away.
Now truth is unknown,
'cause courage has gone,
we are half-dead.
And do we have strenght to carry on?
Do we have strenght to continue this fight for a better life,
and never give up?