She was sitting in Front
of a table Filled with ,
crumbled papers….
There was a paper
with the heading ,
“in heaven” written
on top of it….
She was thinking what
It feels like to be in heaven,
How will it fell? ..
......
To find a trace of your tender touch,
I'd shatter my own heart;
I look back with a depth of despair,
to see why we are apart.
Was it all my fault;
Or our love was simply done?
Was the fault yours?
Or the hateful world once again won?
......
She was sitting in Front
of a table Filled with ,
crumbled papers….
There was a paper
with the heading ,
“in heaven” written
on top of it….
She was thinking what
It feels like to be in heaven,
How will it fell? ..
......
To find a trace of your tender touch,
I'd shatter my own heart;
I look back with a depth of despair,
to see why we are apart.
Was it all my fault;
Or our love was simply done?
Was the fault yours?
Or the hateful world once again won?
......