Exactly twelve hours and an half passed since she was last seen
Circling choppers at night, flyer in the dark
One million trees and a little pond and finally - there's none of hope
Leaving me behind -now you tell me - ain't that overshoot the mark?
And now i'm standing here to see the fragments
Of what i thought was in your hands
Trying to get it, tell me, loving father, ain't that little bit too rough?
I thought my faith was strong and set in stone, had been stable, had
Been bulletproof, now i doubt - that won't be enough
Exactly 351 feet were enough to shake me through
One million tons of rocks' n rubble - silence in the dark
Two weeks of desperate efforts and finally - there's none of hope
Leaving me behind-now you tell me - ain't that overshoot the mark?
And now i'm standing here to see the fragments
Of what i thought was in your hands
I thought your love was strong and set in stone, had been stable
Had been bulletproof, now i doubt - that won't be enough
Now you seem gone, it's all quiet and i try to reach your love
Try to touch your hands, trust your pledge again
Get involved again with the father from above
And now i'm standing here to see the fragments
Of what i thought was in your hands
Trying to keep it Everything together though it seems a bit too rough
I force myself to trust you're set in stone, your love is stable and is bulletproof
Now i guess - that must be enough