The wind must be cold,
When I turn around
And go down the road.

The Sun must be red
When I break this bound,
Get free from the dead.

The air must be deep,
When I shake my head
Not to fall asleep.

The shadows must fade
When I get my lead.
But I"m not afraid.

As World must be mine,
When I pass away
And lose even line.

My place must be void,
But my dazzling ray
Is never destroyed.