As the shadows
Climb down the mountains
Trying to invade our home
Our father sits back and relaxes
On the porch, in front of the yard
Having a beer in his hands
So relaxed, so calm
When all the children panicked from the dark
They try to run into the house
And the father starts to laugh
As the children shake themselves to death
But the house is darker
So wet and cold
And the weeping goes on
Till he gets tired enough
The blood covers the tiles floor of the house
And the smell fills its air
When the sun starts to glare on the windows of the house
And the sparkles of hope try to open their way into it
The children would run outside and start to play again
Hoping that the sun shall never go down again
But the night is lying, waiting behind the door
The hope sparkles inside
Trying to keep them alive
The warm golden light mends their wounds
Departed or not, the fountain still sprinkles around
Trying to wash the dirt away
There will come a day that the light hall overcome the dark
There will come a day that the joy shall replace the pain