A promised future turned to black,
There is no turning back.
The beach will always remain.
Swimming never be in vain.
Against the tide against the troll.
Farther off we find the goal.
Til freedom we have in sight.
We will continue the fight,
For childhood and against fear,
The goal is ever near,
For a summer fit for a child,
Who once was at peace now is wild.
So take our hands our little friend
Your hell is now at an end.