Down the ages that remains new,
Few angers burn themselves–
Some hopes try to smell,
Desolate yet new .
Born in me–every second.
Lost in you again and again;
Treacherous thoughts lead me ,
Weary tears and oblivion catastrophe.
Confiscated remembrance ask for you,
Thy fidelity above question.
When soul will transcend my life –
Down the ages that remains new.