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I can still hear the song, my love.
It was never about the things we did, but the words unspoken.
I wish I could go back in time and tell you, something that I never did.
That I am sorry.
But it's too late now.
Time that was given, has ended.
All there is left now, is silence.
Forgotten song of the broken heart.

Years comes and goes like days, like dead leafs in the wind.
For a moment it lingers in the air, then it's gone.
I try to touch every moment that passes me.
I try to hold them just a bit longer.
Before they become part of this song.

I have done so many right things.
Yet all I can think of is my mistakes.
And as I do, every good thing is undone,
in the shadow of all the wrongs.
I keep asking why it's so, but there is no real answer.
Just more questions.

I am alone, my love, I have been alone my whole life.
I have watched how flowers grow.
How they bloom, withers, then dies.
But hope keeps them alive.
Hope, that one day they can grow again.
That they will bloom once more.
Just once more, that's all they ask.

I have seen the darkness, my love.
It's not the nights, but when I watch myself from the mirror.
My eyes, when all the lights has gone out.
My lonely soul in the prison, that I created myself.
And if there ever was a key, it was in my heart.
But it's long gone now, just another part of the song.

When you make a decision, the path ahead will change.
Road once so clear, filled with candles and roses, no longer is there.
I wonder how many dead ends I have to reach,
before I can find my old path again.
Where all the bridges are burned, the smell of smoke.
And the feeling in my eyes, that I once knew how to cry.

I have heard the thunder, my love.
I heard it long before the storm.
But I never knew, this time I can't make it.
This is where I would fall.
No more I have to fight, no more I have to bend.
Cause this, my love, this is how the song will end.


C. Joni "Nonno" K.