The trees will still sway,
Sun shall still rise,
The far away lights above us,
Will still shoot away.

The grass will grow,
The seasons will change,
daisies shall be covered,
In a shroud of snow.

I will still gaze,
Still breathe,
wistfully, hope dream.
Whether you're here,
Or vanished in the haze.

The globe will keep rotating,
Until it gets engulfed,
The clouds
still make shapes,
boats will carry on floating.

All will stay the same,
Whether you're my love or not,
Nothing will change except,
The feeling deep within,
that it was in fact me,
to blame.