| We run for the weaker soldiers | |
| Even when they are not around | |
| Always run for the weaker soldiers | |
| A morning after without a sound | |
| We run for the weaker soldiers | |
| Even when they are not around | |
| Always run for the weaker soldiers | |
| A morning after without a sound | |
| We been told that the leaves are falling down | |
| We believe that the leaves are falling down | |
| We been told that the leaves are falling down | |
| We believe that the leaves are falling down | |
| Stories live in seeds to believe | |
| Slowly glued inside the eye | |
| We will find our right for tomorrow | |
| Settle down and reach for the sky | |
| We been told that the leaves are falling down | |
| We believe that the leaves are falling down | |
| We been told that the leaves are falling down | |
| We believe that the leaves are falling down | |
| Allies they told someone would die | |
| They would never die | |
| Go inside the seed for a try | |
| We will always, always cry | |
| We run for the weaker soldiers | |
| Even when they are not around | |
| Always run for the weaker soldiers | |
| A morning after without a sound |