The day is bright,
The sun shines above all,
The bird that hunts, a vulture,
Awaits the prey, a child, a girl,
For what it is worth,
The message was of past,

But present and future,
Those haunt us without a limit,
Even the brightest of the day,
Is turning into the direful grey,
Anger, pain and wounded moral,
All that cannot quench,
For the thirst for power, gold,
Are evermore higher than love,

But you, my one,
Just a vagrant of the worlds,
Witnessed the darkness,
Out of the glowing day,
Like the char dust coal,
That had burned down deep,
Your soul had stained too hard,

You shall never be the same,
Again in a way, for,
A lot of them are gone,
Only the scream that is left,
That keeps ringing in the head,
Make you wish that you were dead,

But, O’ my son, the beloved one,
Death is not the end, for,
The absolution of the darkness,
Make the curse lasts more,
As long as the human reigns,

Remember, at last, one more thing,
Nature's promise is not binding,
What we are, truly,
An extinct leaf in a wind so hard,
Dance as we do in a fateful course,
Nobody knows the state we would stay,
What we could do in a fearful day,
Amass our guts in a hopeful way.