we never lift up the veil
though it is weightless
though we know what is waiting for us
beyond the veil
the truth is never easy to be accepted
we tend to see more of white lies
and the veil remained untouched
say a word of white lie
you could never get the truth pass
but
when the dreams die
when the birds refuse to sing
again it is a new day
with a new found faith
and a new found adventure
and i know very well
you will never be mine...
it is as simple as that.
