If one fine day you finally decide to come,

bring love, and a little tenderness along.

Allow me to show you what has become,
of the realms of the ruins where i belong.
Where they left barren, now flowers bloom,
the wind is sweet, the skies have been kind
and you came looking for wreckage i assume,
'cause you stand surprised at what you find.
No, time hasn't healed the ancient rickety walls,
but fondly on it the green of the grass crawls.
The miracle is that we have learned to live,
and for all the hurt that comes, we forgive.