how many times must i ring the silent bell that conjures up memories
to reach you?
the aching does not subside
i unlock the hidden door in my heart
i shall proceed to wherever it takes me
tipping a spoonful of hope into the pit of my heart
the dainty flowers may wither
the wellsprings may run dry
but the labyrinth of solitude continues to meander in circles
i sing a distant oath...
yearning assumes a fiery shade
if wishes came true, then let me see eternity
i want to believe as i had that day
that the only place i belong is by your side
who decided fate?
where am i to go when i am unable to break free from it?
the flying bird may disappear
the lucid sound of the falling rain may die
but there is no defying passion in the neverending labyrinth
i aim for the distant tomorrow...