When all the world will be at peace
A thousand gods will be relieved
From the pain
And all the things we did to them
Like the rain
That never falls on leaves
Or stays
Just like in the dreams we gave to them
Like the grains
That never turns to seed
Because they like to play with water
The way science plays with the sea
Their smiles and laughter says
We may suffer
From Unintended Consequences
Those "Unintended Consequences" x4
All time is born in eternity
Our early storm or a simple breeze
Will come
And blow away the wrongs we made
Like the son
Who will shine ever all the same?
With love
For nature in our hearts again
Then gone
Till only the gods remain