You are a dream, that never came true.
You are a crushing pain,
My soul once went through.
You are a lost piece of me,
From my days of glory.
Yet are someone, so precious to me.
That your name would find its mention,
In each and all of my story.
You were my sunshine,
But for you, I was just a cloud.
Many years have passed now.
And your sweet, touch is now lost.
Passed went, lord knows many summers,
And how many frosts.
Though I watch you weep every Thursday,
You put flowers on my chest and then you cry.
But what good are these flowers to me, my love?
For, in your heart, I will always be yours and alive.