The last day                                                            By Nadja Lee                07/03/00

Copyright: This work belong to (c) Nadja Lee 2000 and may NOT be used without permission

Author: Nadja Lee (neh@post10.tele.dk )

 

 

The pale moon is raising

And it seems like all is dying

The last rays of sunlight

It retrieving for the moonlight

 

When the last tree

Is dying

When the last sea

Is gone

 

They will see

That the first breath

Of winter

Is only the beginning

 

When the future is gone

Without even the last

Desperate waning

Gone up in a blaze of glory

 

When the last star

Of hope

Has gone out

Forever

 

When the last eagle

Flies over the last

Child of love

Playing alone

 

You will know

That what is

Should not be changed

Or played with

 

You will know

That you were wrong

In your arrogance

In your coldness

 

You will know that

You were never invulnerable

You were never undeletable

You were never in control