After the Day

The eyes of night march slowly by

The last grain falls

The kneeling man just sighsProtected by the one great wall

Of colored parts

He probes his clouded mindIf he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see?

Is there nothing left at all?

After the dayWith trembling hands

He wipes his eyes

He tries to stand

But does not feel the needThe morning sun shines on

The multicolored cross

Left standing through it allIf he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see?

Is there nothing left at all?

After the dayIf he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see?

Is there nothing left at all?

After the day