To see your life, the whole
In the mirror of three months,
To feel the curse of sorrow
In a memory that haunts,
To watch the chance ripped apart
In a moment of ignorance,
To hear the beating of your heart
Weaker than it was once,
To know there is no escape
From this solitude and cry,
To beleive in love,hope and fate
And still ask Him: "Why?",
To feel the Heaven in your hand
Slipping like clouds in sky,
To wish that you would understand,
The incapacity to try,
To see your past so near
Too close to be forgotten,
To live in dreams amid your tears
And want them to be rotten...

If this you feel and this you do,
With only the sky above,
In this consists the grain of truth
That God calls love...