Alone I may be wondering in this foreign lands,
Owning to my name only what I can carry with my hands.
But all the strengh and serenity in my possesion,
Come from the magical strings that bound us together.
Whereve I go, my loves,
You are with me, and I,
With you.

Capt Plant, honestly speaking.

Mother,
May I never forget all the
suffering I’ve seen,
May I remember the eyes of misery,
the utter of despair,
and the cry of the hopeless.

I ask you, that it may be engraved
in my soul,
So when I look my eyes in the mirror,
I will know where I stand.

Capt Plant