Akin - The 92nd Flight

Flying south, over a desert land

Long as

Find a water land on my side

There's a picture frame

My life burning in the flames

I'm crashing down, fire all around

Burn, I see no dawn

And my plane falling upon the ground

I can see mirror sand



In the darkness I can hear a voice

It's calling

It's calling I hear

It calling out my name



You gave me the will to carry on

In this struggle to survive

You were keeping me alive

And now I need your voice to guide me home

Point the way just like an arrow

Where it shows is shall be my road



Travelling east throung the mountains and the plain

Where it snows, where it hails and where it rains

Walking on through some foreign everglades

Frozen winds cut through me like razor-blades

If I die today they must know where my body lays

I carve my name upon a stone



In the darkness I can hear a voice

It's calling

It's calling I hear

It calling out my name



You gave me the will to carry on

In this struggle to survive

You were keeping me alive

And now I need your voice to guide me home

Point the way just like an arrow

Where it shows is shall be my road