I've been blind to hindsight
as long as
I've been in love with you

childhood
makes an adult cry
that they never could understood why
that time was always their bully

if you see a peasant
he was once a king
if you truly think I am only lying
I was the one who stole his most precious present
empathy

I'm not ready to move on
I'm not ready to forget
but if I don't compose my inner music
my song will never be written

It's been so long since I've lost my touch,
I need to bring back the light we lost.
From the restless nights
to the angry fights
alas the darkness eclipsing in your eyes.
My tears burn holes in my face
my voice trembles out-of-place
let anything holy escape your lips precious.