To the dead...

Gone too soon...
From a flower to your doom
That’s what you were meant to be
While I’m still here, you see...

Do you recognize my secret calls?
My tears like waterfalls...
My hopes fell down on me
And I’m still here, but not really me...

They say what is to be must be
And even if I’m on bended knee
You could not come back to me
Even in my dreams to set me free...

Mother told me: forget!
Father doesn't know yet...
My friends keep telling me to change my mind
But you're still here...inside

And will be for the rest of my broken dreams...
My mystic gleams
And I’m still here. but wait...


I'm coming to thee...

...1998