If the night becomes my day,
If my hands burn, like ash
I'll dream the dreams of yesterday
When the world would never crash

If I wake to see the stars
All gone, erased from presence
And hopeless eyes behind the bars
Serving a sentence for innocence

Then I'll know that what I fear
Had madly broken through its door,
With arms and legs, it's standing here:
The horrible monster of human war

But still, I'll dream through countless cries
Of staying alive
When everything dies