There will be a day

When there is nothing to talk about,

When no one can stay

And one can no longer shout.

Then, there will be a time

When we will live without living, 

Another where we begin to give up

And where we stop giving.

And there will be a place

Where we will live in harmony,

It would be filled with grace, 

And everything will be in symphony

Soon, there will be someone

Who would despise all that has been said

Be in rage with everyone

And forget what he had prayed.

The day has not come yet,

But it might as well have;

The sun will never set

And nothing can be saved.

All of this is happening

And has happened

We just do not want to see the opening,

But we want to see how it ended.