J ust take a pebble and cast it to the sea
T hen watch the ripples tha t unfold into me
My f ace spills so gently into your eyes
Dist urbing the waters of our live s
Shreads of our memories are lying on your grass
Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past
Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields
Letters of your memories are not real
Wear s adness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat
In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes
The d aybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died
Dist urbing the wat ers of our l i___ves ,of our li___v es, of our li ves