A Brief Light

where a new sun make his way a new day refrain
a rough lioness throw the stony path on her way
would leaf and green seperate
a world fresh and bright, and a life, but pale and faded

How long have they been climbing? oh how much they paid?
into thirsty wind, high on the mountaintop sunrays awaits
to the shadowy path deep, deep down, a pool of rain accumulate

on a new day, rhythm will go on and on in the gorge
light is floting on all their faces
rich, alive and rightous
with sweet music they celebrate
less then sun breathing
oh, more than fire leaping

the summit of life stood its youthes
the winding path wailed its lioness
but wait, before her from merge into grayer haze
a paw reached her, from a muddy form, and a pair of emerald

there is a moment, and only a brife one

she looked back, a path winding into the dust of elasped
he stared, an empty road, of hollowing future
dark blinded the both
she smiled, eyes slowly droping
he smiled, picking up his pace

shadow was abondend, the singing in the gorge is in festive way
and it will be, no mater who lived or who wasn't
the careness in the heart have only room for few names, be valueble they may
but life is a light thing, as a glimmer as brief