We live on remnants of dreams,
Scattered bits of unfulfilled schemes,
On the tears shed for love we’ve lost,
On shattered hopes and heavy cost.

We live in the palm of fate,
A plaything for its whims to sate,
Mocking our pains, deaf to our cries,
Unmoved by our heartrending sighs.

We once dwelled in paradise,
Lost in its beauty, blind to vice,
Its colors we barely perceived,
Till the moon...