The Guardian

Hands on the SunUnder the SunSeeing the remainsFrom the pastThe time has pastSo very fastMemory criesAnother timeAnother time, another lifeAnother body, is it meWhat I see, is not a dreamIt's really me, another realmBetween, the handsOf the, GuardianIt's the way to rememberIt's the way to understandIt's the way to healIt's the key of mysteries