The light shine's highly in the stars.
The once true dream is now a shadow.
I see a violin.
The strings are tight on it.
The violinist take's it in it's hands,
And start playing the music of life.
The sound shatter's darkness,
But not mine.
The sound try's to shatter darkness of the Golden...
The song it's play tell's a story.
The story of the life past.
The times long forgotten by all.
The time that was onece true.
The music stop's.
The tears fall from the golden eyes.
The tears remind you of the hope abandoned.
The wish of mine that once was,
Is meaningless from now on.
The violin play's again.
The ingraving of a rose on it tell's a story of both great beauty and pain.
'Why is it that you were blind?',
It ask's.
The bloody-red ribbon flow's in the air.
It show's the road passed pehind.
The road is no more.
The heart sing's with the violin.
The sound is spread on the wind,
but only two heat it,
Others....
Blind.
You cannot see it anymore,
But the violinist's leaving stage.
The violinist bow's deep down,
The shadows cover it,
And the Bloody Rose appear's.
Because the violinist is....
......me.........
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