An unfinished song

What it is not to know
An unfinished song
How it is to live and not grow
In the wall flowers throng
When you’re not given into meaning
When there is non
And yet you lit up the world
With your benevolent feeling
When no other light dared you shone.

Oh you were bound to melt me like the snow
If only to let passions temptations go... on...

Oh such whispers filled the air
Wave on wave they’re pictured
As you’re once lost memories there!
In the lulls of silence pilfered
Of sleep—lovers get torn
Apart like an unfinished song
How it is to live and not grow
In the wall flowers throng
When you’re not given into meaning
When there is non
And yet you lit up this our world
With your benevolent healing
When no other light dared you shone.

Oh you were bound to melt me like the snow
If only to let my palpitations of belief grow... Ooh, oh yeah