Who stands at that white door
And looks at me with a bad eye
My friend! that place is holy
That place where goodness recided
That place stands freedom
There where you stand, my friend!
Should be a pure place.
I look with my gentle look
But grieves in my heart
Where the white stands
But there I see evil emanate
I see chaos there where truth must be
That place one's stood Abraham Lincoln
That place where he fought for
With all his might
Now this age full of different colors
Stand at the place where this great fortune once stood and sin
The world I see today, one's was very gentle and calm
Gentle like a new born baby
Purified was one's our minds
But all gone
There where the brightness was I see darkness
But if these colors can unit one's more, then the colors shall stand bright again.
Now I see light
Greatness stands tomorrow
United we stand.