Anna,
Where are you going from me?
If I call your name,
Would you turn around your face to me?
Anna,
If you go to the Sun,
In your BrotherShip,
Would you have a place for everyone?

The biggest picture isn't big no more.
And opened minds are unfront the Openned Door.
Oh, Anna spread your hand and give us a keys.
I'm here, praying, bagging on my...

Anna,
Where are you going from me?
If I call your name,
Would you turn around your face to me?
Anna,
If you go to the See,
In your little boat,
Would you have a place just for me?