Should we have no story
So we only see this room
Should we have no story
All just flows away
And one morning
No one loves anyway
No winds does one hear
Trees longingly whispering
We were tricked to a game
That we are destined to lose
And life rolls on, like the rain unending
And life rolls on, like the rain unending
Too great to fail
Too heavy to prevail
Should we have no faith
Lifting us to great works
To provide miracles
On which madness depends
One morning
Yearn not for a thing
See not the glare
Feel not a human face