"* I have a guilt in my heart, That weighs a ton... A guilt for a crime, That I have never done...
I am free from the promise that I made to you, Not like you were the one to keep yours too…
I am repenting for the sins, That have stained my soul… Cleaning them by my hope, But failing so badly in the end, That I didn't bother to try again…
I wrote a book on you, Conserving each memory of us, Within each page… But then I left the book in the rain, To watch its ink go down the drain...
But feeling uneasy still, I burned the book... And watched each page turn brittle, Diminish into ashes... Ashes, Darker than any secret we held...
Feeling unsatisfied still… I buried the ashes in barren land... And with it ended the story that we shared…
But in the place where lay the ashes... There surprisingly grew... A Flower so beautiful... That it alone… seemed to rival… The *god's garden... of Eden"