Sitting In Limbo

Well paper trees

Somehow fall on paper leaves,

Alas my blood runs cold

For I am the lonely bear

That stays in her cave

At last the love of my love affair

Has no nothingness left to bear

A flower dies

But a new one arises

Out of the dirt that was bought last week

And a simple weed

Could die in an instant,

My heart is just a bore!

For what sheet of paper

Can the pen ignore,

When love is just a simple confession?

I die and I die

Yet I'm still alive...

Oh what loneliness do I have to bare?

And if life were dead, if only by a miracle

Would the wild horses run?

For my heart is one confession

And my heart is the pen...

Will you marry me still?

For I abide by a better love

Than this I think,

For I am still sitting in limbo.