She sits on the shore all alone,
The winds whispers, surround and enlace...

She dwells in the caves
Of past tragedies and woes...

I remember when we were little
The imaginary games we used to play...

The echo of gunshots through the night
Haunted by past soldiers of war, full of spite...

Look deep into the mirror
What is it you see...

You are the calming influence
Like water to a blazing fire...

It never ceases to amaze me
How such exquisite moments...

One moment.
One chance, one moment...

May I be swept off my feet
By not a man who presents a rose...

Lost in a maze of hopes and dream
The rose of romance covered in thorns...