And when the day is coming down to night,
What could you say about changing sets
Of broken glass in windows looking right
To send a thought to everyone who bets.
What will you say about the passing time
Of doing things all others never done
And placing regulations on the crime
Of missing out all which have to come.
You surly may protest and say it’s not your fault
That world is vile in its endless fight,
But why you too afraid to tell `em shortly: “Halt!”
And turn on switch of everlasting light.
And when the day is coming down to night...
© Copyright: Greyk, 2001
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