I shall not care
I won't find you I need no angelic prophesy.
I wouldn't make a searching journey.
For I shall care no more why we burn,
Though there be aches in my heart hurts and pains.
Though there be sad tone in my sound reechoed.
I shall care no more.

I shall lie no more awake while the world lull.
For your deep thought was my insomnia.
I shall  lie and rest in pleasure having known freedom.
Freedom from the cell I was long bound.
I shall sing songs of sons of pleasure.
I shall find melodies again even in blues.
My song shall be sweet angelic to heavens.
For i shall care no more why we burn.

Though I dreamed of you yesterday awake in my bed.
I cried a river for the thoughts that wouldn't cease.
I tried reaching you with much flowers.
There was no sight of you, I heard no sound of your voice.
You were long gone in oblivion lost.

Seemed the world has trekked on reverse.
Time ceased, ages faded as dried leaves on oak trees.
The spring retreated from it glorious matching drums.
I was lost in a world so close and far away.
I cease to dream,
I cease to hope,
I have tutored my heart on love defense.
I won't find you, I need no angelic prophesy.
I won't stretch for a search,
For I shall care no more why we burn.