In this book of life,
I've laughed and cried,
When every cherished dream
Has broken and died,
Now teary eyes have turned sore to dry,
The desert of my heart
Will no more cry...
The rose you planted will be thirsty no more,
It will learn how to live,
Without the waters of your shore...
Disillusionment is pain and agony,
Let it be,
And if what is there, is what I see,
So it be...
I now open my plam, and close my eyes,
And feel the slipping away of my dearest ties
A pain in the heart rises and cries ~
"Nothing now, nothing no more
I am now closing my door...
Let everything go and nothing remain,
Of my warm sunshine, my monsoon rain,
No more dreams to see, no cherishing of any memory,
Nothing to feel, nothing to gain
Attachment is the mother of pain...
Let the cold winds engulf my soul,
Let there be another brick in the wall...."
I have lived and can live alone,
The chapter has ended, but the book will go on...
We all live to die on this world's stage,
So killing myself, I now turn the page......