Things, riches, they can be replaced
People, they can't be replaced
Some say the life we live is the game we play
Why do we play when we're in checkmate?

Braids, guitars, we'd sing every night
Fields, flowers, it all felt so right
When one fell down, I'd be there lifting them up
Those hands holding the feathers of my wings

Three brothers running with the breeze
Never thought they'd be running from me
Fights, crying, we'd all disagree
Screams, lying, you'd pack all your things

The price we pay to get our way is far to big
The world's gone mad, how can I protect you with my wings?
Three friends who'd spend their days laughing
Lost in the depths of their beliefs

Each standing on the edge overflowing with regret the past one forgets
Destruction, loss and death, the voices in your head, power turnd to madness
You leaped and you reached, but couldn't quite grab my wings, oh, my wings

Three sons have now become just two
Don't fret, I'll gather both of you in my, in my
Come and I'll wrap you in my wings