Trying to hold back tears... An elephant never comes back Although still visible in the mirror. But something strange and unfamiliar...
The little Butterfly dying. She shook the dust off her wings And she is trying once again. Trying to fly up into the sky. Or maybe she is no longer needed... Forgotten.
Broken wings... Now... And forever.
And from the deep sky she falls To the graveyard and the cold. Dirty ground Where the candle is still burning. Where is this lonely flower. Faded a thousand lives ago.
But this tomb will no be empty. And the black flame no longer shines. And the pain will never burn out. Maybe it can only be saved From pity and terrible love.
Wait for me on the other side. But I never... I will never come...