Poem: Winter Fragile Damnation

No soldiers in the sun shall perish
Before evening outdoors
Time feels digesting emptiness
In your eyes, always reflected in mine

Those days shall fall
So suffering could be made of an endless endurance 
And all your vain goals will persist
Infatuated by nothing personal

A suffering child dies
No soldiers in the sun shall perish
Feeling what could be
A sickness caused by your interior wars

Lyrics: Wagner Hertzog