Down in the wilderness a young boy was born
Roses in cracks growing, choking on a little toy
- Is there tomorrow? - Birds rush aside,
No, boy,
Tomorrow is lighter than the birds that fly high
- Give me a sword and I shall defeat - he said
Words so faint, sharp as the deadly end
Devotion so fragile as the broken wings
See the darkness unfold in the depth of the cold
The aged man knew that noone could withhold
The games of yesterday evolving and shaping
A dreamful, tomorrow-like vision of everything
Life embraces as beautiful.