For when the time comes,
that your soul no longer mourns;
your spirit has no aches,
and your heart has healed all breaks.

When the culprit of such pain,
has left with nothing gained,
and walks away in vain,
Will you be happy or insane?

Tell me dear of those dreams,
of your moaning and your screams.
How only the moon gleams,
in that land of evergreen.
Is your mind still in its place?
Or have you fallen from your grace.
Wipe the tears off from your face.
Hide your shame and your disgrace.
The sun went down with him along,
leaving you sad and alone,
are you falling off your throne?
In your life that’s just a thorn.