When the World turns pitch black,
We're the candle that lets you see.
When you're stranded in silence,
We're the whisper taking you home.
When we're stale and paralyzed,
We're the call to hit the road.
When you're hurt, lonely and cold,
We're the smile to warm your soul


We are the minds beyond the names.
When Time is getting old,
We wish we were new again, and again, and again, and again... ... more