THEN – OVERTURE
Then, On that December of 2007
It was 14th day I suppose
I wish I had never sent you the note
And it still restrains my will
Expecting someday you’ll walk to me.
Then, on that fateful January of 2008
The 2nd day of the year
I wish you had never called
I still can’t survive the longing
Expecting someday you’ll run to me.
NOW – THE AFTERMATH (COMMISERATION)
I wish I didn’t wake
To see the sun another day
Had died before I heard that NO
Angel wings to ride the dark clouds
That meanders over me now.
I wish I had died shamefully
There are promises I can’t keep
Glasses I can’t leave hanging
On the shelves of my lost dreams
That dark cloud besieges me now.
I wish I had died that moment
Blue, smoked, white and red
As they lay shattered on the floor
Love has lost on me forever
Dark clouds of solitude they are now.