Angra

A lethal bolt pierces the air
Like a falling star
Young eyes are observing in the darkness
His stare's reflecting fright
And scared he's struggling hard
To go back
Uneasy warders guard
The jail on quiet nights
Young eyes contemplating somewhere to hide
Mankind will soon learn
That the end has come in time
Dividing lands, retracing
All the borders will colide
Revealing ages when the absence
Of forgiveness rules our lives