As the time that went sour,
And all the wet pillows
that were dried on The Sun,
As all the times my heart broke,
were never cured,
even by the close ones, And
All the ones that wanted
me to change no matter what,
Never happened, And they feared,
The time it happens, None
I will be able to perceive.
I didn't endevour change, as
my fear for it was undoubted.

Ow God, What have you done,
It happened, What I always
feared about, has happened,
This Pisces fish has turned
to sail a different way,
to never come back,
As the rumour say.
The good in me is now dead,
And the worse, now prevails,
As the ones who killed it,
are the ones, for whom
I, at last, did change.....