After a while there will be darkness,
A bright shadow of scars.
A person will be afraid to go to sleep,
When he will remember all his love wars.
He will wake up with cringed fists,
And will look for his mask with face of smile.
He will find it under his bed,
And will follow the betrayed path for a mile.
When he will find disappointment at the end,
He will blame the path.
And turn around to come back,
No helping hand he will ask.