You came,
when a thousand suns had shone,
and a thousand moons that rose had gone,
and from a thousand nights alone,
a river of a thousand teardrops had been born.
When from deep within my fractured soul came the cries of a heart betrayed and torn,
When heartbreak and pain had now become a perpetual song,
a sad lullaby for a king without a throne.

You came,
When to me, love was now just an affair filled with vanity,
And with pain having proven itself an inevitable reality,
the persuit for love had been rendered an act of stupidity.
When the echoes of love that once so audibly were heard had grown too weak for my heart to...