This is not a moment of glory
This is the time to say sorry.
It's the time that Nature points with her finger the cliff
Yet, we're still searching to discover a hint.
This is the time when nights get longer
When we pray with souls filled with hunger.
And as voices are getting too loud
We follow the crowd and with them we shout.
But the boats are changing course for another shore,
As we try to change the sky's shapeless form.
In a war we arrive but this is not the time
Our empty hands reflect their lines at sunshine.