The past 's sunken eyes br hold the fortress against br a bright tomorrow br as the decible levels arise. br br The coals struggle to vainly climb br when gray ashes are a destiny. br Sozzled walls sway, where br the pulses grow on beaten time. br br The night sky framed, return br on the window panes, won't stay. br The stars shall sink into the br spirited sea, one by one br br Sparkling eyes await to arrest soon br the new sun tomorrow. Hopes shall br renew as spirits soar and curtains br prepare to fall on a pale moon. br br Resolves of past, like coals br of yesterday give in to ashes. br Tomorrow belongs to the wind br it shall light the fire again that plays.