It’s about that time the Sun went down And city woke up to illuminating darkness It rained that evening And through drenched clouds, Wind sang an eulogy for time That sublimated, brick by brick In the towers that rule the world now. It’s about time when dozen of the last birds flew over a broken home Their wings spread through contours of memories Chanting the hymn to erase the marks of hungry past It’s about time when the last of dusty roads Kissed the goodbye to nameless flowers And burned them all in aimless tar.