On their way to school br Carrying dreams of future br In their book bags br Kids grow into old man br Their prattle br Like tiny butterflies br Continue to live. br br Of dreams and their interpretations br Of brightly lit hands br And happy lines of fate br Folks seperate from us br Their memories br Continue to live. br br In the eve-time loneliness br In the head-splitting deep gaze br Like withering dreams br Scenes get blurred br Glued to the path - eyes br Continue to live. br br In the empty spaces of life br In the courtyards of br Waning sunlight br Holding medals of valour br And defeats br Mothers of slain war heroes br Continue to live. br br Poets br Writing on scraps die br Their poems br Continue to live.