We are the one's building life 

Yet we with the others are not the only ones

We keep losing control 

We keep gaining control 

The day sings the premonition

It first favour by ticking Center in celestial realms 

The only way to infinity 

The first fluorinating fluctuating calls and duty.

Never-ending in minds for glory beyond they cannot keep

Large cabins cannot shelter these 

Never will their casing hold these 

Never will transgressions of faith in hope’s wombs save the future.

The moon will doctor our finest physicians 

In-play of fine arts miracles would be treasured 

Only hearts of open minds would store these acts 

The days to come, they see, would build stories from stories.