And the wind blown away,
tears and all the fears,
pleasures and all the treasures,
happiness and all the heaviness.
We were just parts of these broken pieces of a big puzzle,
they wrote poems and threw all the sheets into our castle.
Memories were swept away as the wind blown them away,
maybe next time,
History was made real as the puzzle is an image of our castle,
maybe next time.
Tears were part of this long journey to overcome these feelings of fears,
maybe next time,
pleasures were captured and kept as the treasures,
maybe next time.
And the wind blown them away,
tears and fears,
pleasures and treasures,
happiness and heaviness,
maybe next time.