Green light beam shines upon the web of streets, 
The messenger from strange and distant worlds. 
You're far away, for me it all repeats - 
My town is empty, shadows roam the walls. 
 
No Savior comes, I run into the void. 
And when the masts of pines come into view, 
I stop and fall on salty sand, destroyed. 
It does not matter if I cry for you - 
 
It's not the wind that rustles sleepy trees, 
It's not the chirps of sparrows or jays, 
It's Moira, saddened by the Fate she sees, 
Unknits the lace of my remaining days...