The Bud
When time passes it never comes back,
Water under bridges cannot return
The ocean is nothing without sailing boats
Clouds up above, cannot stop flowing.
What will life will be? Once sunlight has withered
Will dawn be proclaimed? Once a rivers created,
It can’t live without streams.
Without a lover, what meaning has love?
A person who left, one day may come back
Wounds from the past, someday may be healed
Tears may stop dropping, lips may learn to smile
Hair may turn grey, but the heart never dies.
Arms start reach out, seeking embraces
Those mourning dark clouds, seem to vanish in air
Something caresses, something melodious
Hope is now smiling, newness is born.
Water under bridges cannot return
The ocean is nothing without sailing boats
Clouds up above, cannot stop flowing.
What will life will be? Once sunlight has withered
Will dawn be proclaimed? Once a rivers created,
It can’t live without streams.
Without a lover, what meaning has love?
A person who left, one day may come back
Wounds from the past, someday may be healed
Tears may stop dropping, lips may learn to smile
Hair may turn grey, but the heart never dies.
Arms start reach out, seeking embraces
Those mourning dark clouds, seem to vanish in air
Something caresses, something melodious
Hope is now smiling, newness is born.
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