In the deserted land,
Where tears were a wage,
Where children cried for sage,
I was raised by a brave mother,
Who was a soldier,

My dad was a fine day,
He didn’t care much,
Rain couldn’t fall much asleep,
He was never around,

I was raised by a liege,
Her smile was my life,
She was my sky,
Her heart was my jewel,
Whenever I cried she gave me a role.