• As the Sun bleeds into the land
    And the Moon rises to the sky,
    A new life might be born
    As another dies.
    Liberty is brought,
    Anyway you seek it
    And movement stops as the City dies.

    In the wild the noise arises
    As Life awakens.
    The Rain will stop
    And the Snow will dance away,
    But in the tranquil end
    It is just a tranquil dream,
    Dreamt by some person
    Who dreams of peace.