When morning comes and sky turns blue
I picture you
Though roads were took and dreams conflict
My decision stood bricked

On summer nights when music plays
Your splendour raise
Moments manoeuvre memories into months
Broken bits of beauty once

Conversations with your name in question
Your faithfulness always mention
Sadness grows old and regret also much
On a life with ice-cold hands that someone touch

Words you said, and soon forget
Leaves a mind in a spiral and upset
Loosely looking long to the future
Desperate attempts, the past manoeuvre

Will sparrows sing on a day anew,
When I no longer picture you?