I am all alone, as I whine
and everything seems fine,
the sun hasn’t lost its shine,
the poems haven’t lost their rhyme,
the music hasn’t lost its chime
the world hasn’t lost its crime
and everyone does look fine.
This is what I always wanted when you were mine…
Why then O dear so I whine ?
I am all alone, no one to bother, No one to answer,
Master of my wishes and time!
I am all alone, as I whine
But if everything does seems fine
Why then O dear do I fright ?
Why is sun no longer bright.
Why is melody no longer in sight
and why does nothing feels right ?
I am all alone, as I whine,
Master of my own time,
but why is the that time stopped ?
Flowers now smell of the rot
and spirit seems wrought
But everything does seem fine.
I am all alone, as I whine,
No soul to talk except mine,
No memories to ponder except thine,
Waiting for the eternal peace,
which I just saw dying…