Testo This Sad Bouquet

It took time, took time
to develop a concept - a new me
based upon the traits
from which I could not flee
It took time, took time
to embrace the nature of my dreams
All this time just turned into a sad long wait
This sad long tale of moments passé Must come to an end before it is too late

- Wasn´t born to hate, I was made to love
but I never knew it was so hard

It took time, took time
to accept the fact that one must loose
everything except what you do not choose
It´s taken time, long time
and yet more time it will take
before my heart is free
and brave enough to break

This sad long tale of moments passé
Must come to an end before it is too late
- Wasn´t born to hate, I was made to love
but I never knew it was so hard
This sad bouqet of forget-me-nots
that I threw away is growing scars and dots
in this weary heart
where there´s a bird, so shy
But one of these days
that bird will learn to fly