Of blooming thoughts and dreams,
Of hopes to live to see the 'morrow
And bear to see the rays of the sun and changing seasons;
And leave a mark of trace on earth.
Glancing past the shadows of Hades,
Has left sinking the aching sour of comes what next,
And dark painting on the sky
Whence the blue has her origin.
Streaming towards the pool of blood;
Silent voices of forbears calls home -
Of a future that slithers into the unknown
At the theatre of shattered hopes and dreams.
