I dreamt of you, of us, of me.
I dreamt of what we used to be,
Of late night talks and photographs,
Of stories that once made you laugh
Or sigh or even cry.
Before you said I lived a lie
Before the bridge we knew was burned
And from my side you quickly turned.
I dreamt of peace after this war
Not being what we were before
But being something new and free
A friendship of new capacity.
The past is gone, it did not last.
Those shadows are already cast.
We cannot change whats happened now;
But we can start anew, somehow.