Years ago you put it asleep,
Thinking this way would end her hopeless pursuit.
Years ago she murdered it,
Thinking it would break that passionate dream.
Years ago you cherished it,
Thinking this could replace the rupture.
Years ago she worshiped it,
Thinking this could be true.
Years ago you broke it,
Thinking it was unworthy.
Years ago she died,
Thinking it could end the agony.
