As the sun sets
On the faces of haste
Their seed, so ripe, so bitter
To the touch
Let alone it's taste
When the day is just dark now
And the years pass no more
As the sea no longer rises
To crash upon the shore
It has ended
As the moon rises
On the faces of hate
Their waste so bitter
Touch alone, but the day
Light now
The night has just begun.
The sun is left out.
The ending of day,
Yields the time to
Sing and play.
