Testo di Unjust

This is the day The day when the went away Will it come again? His hands lie silent The old wooden guitar Sits in a corner but not too far While at his rest from the unjust ordeal In they came for his things Did they steal The anger The rage The tears of a friend Won't bring back The tings of lifetime Now a few years have passed Since this unjust ordeal Back stronger than ever Is this real? He takes the stage One more time The crowed is hushed up he climbed With guitar in his hand and smile on his face... Once more he is embraced...