Three days drip from the skies,
three men search a bone,
three candles die of cancer,
it remains a blind grave.

Three maps are kissed by guns,
three hopes run on the plains,
three empty worlds cry,
it's only an alien triplet.

But the numbers spy the time,
they multiply the planet tears,
three wheels cannot wake up
the chariot of my small dreams.

Three pages fired by monsters,
three books spinning in wars,
three sounds buried by silence,
all become an unfinished end.