Hear me, all the anger appears to sleep. 

For each wound that bleeds within my 

Chest, another soul might have found 

Some long lost rest. 

How did it come to this, where did 

We fail? For the world to see i lift my 

Glass and treat myself to a small 

Sip of melancholy 



I see you're standing by the rope 

Full of anger, hate and pain. 

I feel like screaming out to me, 

I want to reach you. 

I see you're feeling down again 

Can I make you understand 

You can reach out for my hand. 



It's gone now all that we regret. 

So it's time to take another step 

Towards what should have been our 

Common goal. 

Let us raise our glass to what we 

Achieved, let us drink to the past 

And to all we believed