An empty street in twilight dressed,
Doors closed yet no lights glow,
Round the corners shadows lurk.
Nature plays in human’s battle,
Throwing forth a new moon sky,
A candle in distance flickers,
Giving life to hopes that die.
Life is nothing but a mature game,
Win: the sun, Loose: the eclipse,
Yet be on and onward,
Bold alike to death and fame.
When in life tempest cross,
Always remember the breaking dawn,
Open always with arms held wide,
Eyes with smile and heart with love.