Sometimes, love is an invisible power, not a light on a tower
It is someone you push aside but in fact your souls collide

It is that silent tear that drop on the floor, and every day you give him more
It is the one at the end; you will find holding your hand

For all of those who think life is a colorful way
Life is that tear you fight to hide everyday
It is that mask we wear, to hide the frown
And the smile we fake so others can't be shown

Past is history, tomrow is to be writen , and today is a gift , that is why it si called present .

It is not really a matter of to be or not to be
It is a matter of without you I don't want to be