There are kisses left on the shelf,
where no one tries or dares to look at,
There are hearts left alone,
where the history wrote a new oldfashioned discover.
But the light shone upon the road we walked
and it showed the steps were not the only marks left there;
there was a tiny grain of hope,
and lots of courage wasted in vain;
a life we really meant
and another one that we really lived in.
All out there,for anyone to see,
but there is no light left,
or the fortress we used to visit,
all covered in dust of a forgotten shelf
were not even our eyes dare staring at once again.
