Searched the sand and the sea, Yet didn't find a sign of the need, Gave you the rights and the riches, Still the cold blistering wind, Blew through the corridors of the castle. Years have passed by, Meadows have formed on what was once, The place of love and tranquility, The scars of the dark plague have been covered by, The green pastures of May. I thought I had the right to see you through, The paths that your strolled and the paintings that you drew, I thought you had the same frame, As the one pictured in my brain. Yes, it all has ended, but the rain doesnt stop, Cos the sun shies away behind the cloud, The fire keeps burning alive, Yet its made beautiful when it blazes, On the edge of the river Nile. Tears rose from the pain, When arrows disguised as letters, Pierced through the seldom seen scars, Of yesteryear's wars and pain. I might close these drooping eyelids, If a sense of suffering tonight, For I believed, i rekindled a little flame, Thats was put out by the same treacherous rain. Severed and slain to bits
