When did I come, and when was it finished,
I don’t know, can your tears read it
I crept slowly to her, she whistled,
guess that was the finish of everything.

She could have been mine, but alas!
the words seem never to come,
but there were emotions which she felt,
a start before, it was finished.

The days were colorful, the desire sparked
the vision to be with oneself but alas!
I cried, seek but there was none
guess that was the finish of everything.