My life, thrown away
My feelings, torn apart
Me? Why do you ask?
If there is nothing left.
I wonder in the dark
Looking for some pieces
My scattered heart cries
I’ve lost somewhere my spark.
Yes, keep running honey,
Someday you’ll get there
It’s just a bad dream,
You’ll wake some time now.
And my dreams hunt me,
That little girl knows me well
Already gave her a cup of tea;
Still we remember very well.
The darkness of the sky
The light of the stars
The hope of the Moon
It all comes back again….
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