In the dark room.
He is a old man now,
and making his room.
moving
to somewhere else.
badges,
photos,
flags...
suddenly, find out
an old machine.
long time gone...
Then the clock is flicked back..
to that Sunday.
* *
"Mayday!....Mayday!"
Sunday
is not Sunday anymore
it's the beginning of the war
the coming of the nightmare
Sunlight
will be kept out forever more
and the dark is coming to cover
the whole area
Can not breathe
You can not see the light of hope!
the soldiers are running
the ground is boiling!
Sunday
----------------War!!!