This Is Not the Time

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.