Stir

Wanna find the day which will never end
To see horizon where burning heart of our days will never fall
Wanna find the day when the night will not come after
Night controlled by gloomy piece of ice
Cold and dampness make the mould deep inside of us
Brings the stir into our thoughts
Whishes of lunatic or fear?
Weight of the moment which is coming to us all the time
Shall we proudly stand or break by a sickness?
How deep track shall we leave in imaginary pavement of glory?
And will stay there good or bad smell after us?
She perhaps smiles to us and we to her
Our acts will show in eternity