'What is the greatest tragedy of life?'
The young girl asked curiously

'Forgetting' whispered the old lady

On a sunny afternoon in the midst of june
You finally found the courage to tell me
What you had only told the moon

The smell of pine trees and the rain
Always makes me wonder
If I should have given us another chance
After that magical summer

Oh, what a courage it takes to live in a world full of cowards

At night as I lie awake I beg
To let me live as many lives
As there are stars in the sky

I miss being who I never was....

A picked flower
Slowly draining
However it could never be
You or me

A change of mind
Withering and closing in
A last attempt of reaching out
For you from me

With petals lost
The flower's long gone now
And I get that
We will never be the same