Trouting through endless feilds,
With a shelid of faith and a sword of courage in which I weild,
Trotting through this endless miss,
Looking upon this stars as I get my rest,
Was I a good man when I die,
Was I a honest man in which couldn't lie,
Was I a gentleman in the eyes of few,
Why was I this things yet,
Why couldn't I say I love you,

To feel the words one my lips,
To feel them come to life with every new kiss,
To feel them dance while you look into my eyes,
To feel nothing as our loved died,

For what was this curse that feel upon me,
For all I wanted was just to be,
Lying in the arm of that one to be,
The one meant that is just for me,

Until that day I will sit and fuss,
As my heart returns from this muck,
It didn't help to say goodbye,
Just the same reaction,
It's time to cry