The pages turn for all my days
I glace at my never-ending bookcase...

I watch the stars shooting across the sky
and I ponder the lost secret of life...

This was an accident
it wasn't supposed to happen...

The time together is mere bliss,
with the trembling feeling of your kiss...

I can't get this feeling out of my head,
It stays there every day...

The hate for him, he made himself,
Those thoughts have been found hidden on her self...

What Shall Wonder and Think
When we wonder what do we see...