To the year of unknownness
To the boys that born with the uncertainty
Where are they heading to
God knows
The history is done
Printed on the paper
Everyone knows but not them
Facts are just facts
Past is not yet gone
The golden age with chaotic times
Each carries a look on their faces
Saying things in your imagination
Take me home
Take me away
Save me from the crowds
Bring me to a warm place
The lost soul in their eyes
Would you pick them up
Would you give it back
