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

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

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

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

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

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

One moment.
One chance, one moment...

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

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

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