I was born beneath the star that promised all
I could have lived my life without Cassandra’s call
But the wheel of fortune took me
From the highest point she shook me
They say the skies of Lebanon are burning,
Those mighty Cedars bleeding in the heat,
They’re showing pictures on the Television,
Women and children dying in the street
I’ll always remember your kind words,
And I’ll still remember your name,
But I’ve seen you changing and turning,
And I know that things won’t be the same
