At eventide,

When there's spreading silence,

No noises of needs, No fights for one's existence, neither nagging for kites.

Tired eyes have gone to sleep, And every rage has died,

Some slept for tomorrow's dream, Some slept to hide their lies.

Lies to cover expectations, Lies to cover another night,

Another night of achieving nothing, Inverse added one more hunger, somewhere, added more cries.

Waking up, they realize, Today, stepping up will require, Cutting off someone else's ties,

Ties of their dreams, Ties of their lives.

The domain of need has always been, In support of callous and in their wins. Some will make it alive,

While some will die,

In the depths of kindness.