The cold dawn breaks the silence
The new day must begin
Amid the world of violence
Devoured by the sin
The pleasant touch of fire
Has sunk into the night
And just the great desire
Can wake us up for fight
The winds of desolation
Will blow to realize
The constant desperation
Within the frightened eyes
We think - the truth is out there
But I'm afraid to find
Some mad sense if a nightmare
Which kills the aching mind
The light of hope that's fading
Upon the prophet's face
And the eternal waiting
Environing my space
And as the ghosts of passion
Bring out the screaming pain,
The funeral impression
Takes down my soul again...
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