Stop the sun that shine of glory,
Send some sweet-little hopes of coolness;
The hardness in my heels is painful,
Spread some flowers on the way.
The stones, the thorns, and the towers of lies,
I have these all around – sucking me up.
If there is something to say – say it the way it could be,
not the way it is; I would rather listen to fantasies.
It hurts – the pain, the grief, and the trust which dies.
Darkness in hearts ask for lights, and not ready for fights;
For we had enough and we must end now at the least;
Send me some smiles, some hugs, some kisses and a life.