after the day

the eyes of night march slowly by

the last grain falls

the kneeling man just sighs

protected by the one great wall

of coloured parts

he probes his clouded mind

if he takes a look around him

is there nothing left to see

is there nothing left at all

after the day

with trembling hands he wipes his eyes

he tries to stand

but does not feel the need

the morning sun shines on

the multicoloured cross

left standing through it all

if he takes a look around him

is there nothing left to see

is there nothing left at all

after the day

if he takes a look around him

is there nothing left to see

is there nothing left at all

after the day