March of the Lonely

Kingdom - Martin Grech An ocean's stare wells up in your eyes The moon bows its head in respect to the sunrise The wind's delicate breath is playing with the tide And all the boats lay on their backs as if they were tired To all sea, and all sky we a

The sun goes down on the horizon Like ashes over embers The day's light has gone The stars appear like diamonds In the teary eyes of the bastard son As he walks into the ocean With his arms open Saying 'I surrender utterly I will always remember your

The father to his son, says you have to be weak to be strong You have to be scared to be brave, you have to know fear to be saved The son to his father, says I'm too scared to be a man I'm too dumb to be a fool, father help me understand and he says

Treasures - Martin Grech Every second's chance Every moment's dance Every fearful prayer Every moment shared Every battle won Every end that once begun Every second counts 'Cause it's never coming back Rain inside of us Endless looking back Claim the