If you had the power to change tears into gold,
You could change mine into a golden mine.
Piece by piece you would pick up parts of a treasure
Which would carry the sadness inside.
Every woman that would receive jewellery
Would start to cry instead of a thankful smile,
Because what could a heavy golden necklace
Tell about true love?
Which is light and beautiful when platonic,
It has its charm when untouched,
So innocent yet painful,
Like tears that left trace on my pillow
To make me remember the past.
Tears running down my cheeks
My heart pounding full of sorrow
My ears tired of screams
Will it be the same tomorrow?
Yes, tomorrow the same story
All over again
My head splitting
And my soul blackened with pain
Still I manage to keep my head lifted
Still, I put on a bonnet with a smile
Life will go on no matter what
I let my heart forget with a single note
I let it flow with my pen
I keep myself alive with my passions
I guess I am a strong person
Don’t blame me for that