Sorrow caught up with you I heard
You never could escape it.
I blow out the candle which you lit
You’re oblivious to my hurt
Long gone are our halcyon days
Under the tree when we were eightWe’ll never be what we were
Then why does the hope of it still return
Our ethereal spirits will forever live on,
Even when we’re long gone-
The people will dance around
Our ethereal acacia tree, with their hands bound
The people will sing our ethereal songs
And say our spirits wander for long
Eternally searching for each other
So our black and white worlds could turn into colour.
Our ethereal story will be a fairytale, full of love and laughter
But the only thing is- it won’t have a happily ever after
