In vain a man still carries on,
When all he loved is dead and gone.
He withers like a lonely tree,
Rooted in a barren sea.
No fruit will come, no leaves remain,
All hope has vanished, lost in pain.
You'll never see his bloom again,
For in his soul, there's no refrain.
No one can bring him back to light,
Or make him whole, restore his fight.
And you, you’ll never turn around,
For such a step would be unsound.
24.01.1995
02:15
