You stand right here beneath the tree.
You stand and rain it pours.
The more you think, the more you're free,
Just open all the doors,
Which once were closed for you and now,
You don't need any keys.
You have to go through anyhow.
Forget 'bout all those pleas,
And life that you had lived before.
Because the rain has gone,
And mask you wore
Throughout the war,
You dont need anymore.
