Will never be written.
Something that was about to start
Will never begin.
In your hands you had my heart;
Like the wind, it is gone.
It left like a shooting star,
You could not retain it, and it got tired.
You had my love but it got burnt like fire.
There's only ashes left
And nothing else.
For you I could have the entire World fight
But not against you,
Not against the barriers
That you putted between us.
