Sitting in my room,

thinking of all the things that have been,

the tears flow endlessly...

you told me countless times

i am 19, not 9

i cannot cry

but if you may,

i need to shed a few tears

for what has become

is not what both of us had dreamed for

but has turned to what is reality

for us all

i cannot stop the hands of time

keeping us as distant as two stars

i want to believe that in the gloomy night

there would be a moon to glow bright

i want to believe that in the dark cloud

there is a silver line

but as i watch the grey skies of the night

nothing but pitch black greets my sight

if what the prophecies says stand true

my heart can never belong to you

and neither yours to mine

for ours is a losing fight

where in the end,

both dies

a broken heart,

i guess can never mend

for this war we fight...

will have no end