Wander down to the broken shore
The weight of one to many wars
Another vision to ignore

Apart from ardor
Tied up hands
A deeper water will expand
A million dreams on the floor
What next

Another moon is gone
Slipped by the fallen wilted sun
I know, though I cannot run
Pulled down by ordinary means

A growing laughter in between
I feel another day is done
All movement ends

The time it's gone
Waves have no memory of the warmth
And another day is done

Apart from ardor
Tied up hands
A deeper water will expand
And another day is done