You were to young to understand.. How deep a song is in a man.. How I’m so different from them all.. Even though we are all particles of sand.. Conquered my senses through enchantments you did. I was not a present, only an iceberg and it’s tip. I will not be sorry for my leave. Let alone die in my heart for what you believe. I’m a soul, i’m the pleasure, i’m the mist between the trees.
To say truth, I miss you too. The colors that lit up down this iceberg, were meant for you..