When the weeping can't stop
When the smooth face gets rough
Then, we meet like we won't stop
Now, we see and five minutes is enough.
Now that our emotions stooped flowing
Now that the planted love stops growing
Then, our discussion was free flowing
Now, the light has stopped glowing.
When our activities now follows rhythm
And our well being has no meaning
When misunderstanding is the only prize we redeem
And conflict is the only side that's winning.
When the sea is reduced to stream
And the future is out of the dream
When the burning dir Is reduced to a steam
And the shinning star is reduced to a dim.
When the stories we started
Is completed differently from each end
Is it still love that we share?
Or just a tale that will soon end.
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