گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You grant them sight,
So why can they not see
Beyond the boundaries
Of their own mortality?
I hold an individual world
For each of them in my hand
It will give them hope,
It will give them purpose
Life: Without it,
These frowned creatures will whither
And die!
