мори снова рисует

You must fix your heart
And you must build an altar where it swells
When the storm, it gains and the sky, it rains
Let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away

He was there the day the towers fell
And so he wandered down the road
And we would all build towers of our own
Only to watch the roots corrode

Let our bodies lay,
mark our hearts with shame
Let our blood in vain,
you find God in pain

See the man who stands upon the hill
He dreams of all the battles won
But fate had left its scars upon his face
With all the damage they had done

I know the nature of the Unstable. It's the server of strong. And if you want something more than just survival for yourself, you either need to be able to fight for it... or, if you're like me, find someone who'll fight for you.