Do you remember the giant's world

when infantail heroes restrained the dragon with millboard swords?



Now memories blearly begin to clear up

As the weight of the day slows our courageous way.



And we're chasing the day



Walking the aisles we observe old fragments

of difficult realities and unbroken pasts.



And with knowing we stumble on familiar ways

Yet we see all of those places through a sober stare.



Still we're chasing the day



We did cling to longing hopes and expectations

Now the relics resound from shadows of reminiscense, it seems.



Tired and weary, dusk grips our hearts as we attempt

to renew the bond with ages gone by...



And we bury the day