- Can't you see the highlights of the moon devouring our anger ? Can't you ? Only the vivid power of a draughty soul can win the spaces among the silence .
Can't you hear the creation yelling at the morning light and dawn ?
Can't you?
It's the protest of the fallen trees to rise uppon the sun .
We are broken , we are lost . We are fallen leeaves under the cover of a gun .
We say freedom and we whisper pain .
It is the blanket of the sunset still into our hearts .
Makes us outstand among the soulest , burning gas .
Can't you sense the footfalls which are amending fears?
Can't you ? What a beautiful , gloomy , jungle world !
