Στοργή (Affection)

They were all
Meant to get away
Fly high

Aimless were those that
Didn't come by

The only difference, if they found,
A place to hide

They were all, meant to get away
Fly high

When a river, steals
For waterdrops
When the stɾeam
Won't quench our thirst
Maybe [Am]everything
Will be [Am]just words

Maybe [Am]the temple gets kissed
With unrest