If I could restore the past Vanished from my hands like dust
If I could hear the cry Of morning crow See joy of my existence No wrinkles on thy brow Touch branches of a tree Beneath alone Looking in curtained window And feel the warmth so home
Sinceria- You would have loved this You glide along somewhere near
My burden`s only mine Meant not for fun Why are you only loved When you are gone? Not for another`s eyes The bitter brine I know, you would have loved my All my sincere rhymes