I remember when we were dancing Wildly bathing in the moonlight The wind was crying so silently Softly celebrating on our side It was a joy to feel, feelings so real, warm and strange indeed We were friends in perfect harmony Searching each others so easily Now the doors are closed, no more dancing Only sleeping in my selfpity I can't explain why I feel this way There's no sense in so many things These times are so strange I am like a mouse - lost in a cat's maze Beggar's pride is in his eyes: "Talk is cheap but forgiving is divine..." ...and now I've learnt In my dreams nails are pushed through my arteries The nails of sorrow and loneliness Wounds may heal, scars they'll never leave The bitter rags of destiny If there's a way, I won't turn my back And fade into the shame The illusion of life Is buried by the fire and ice Beggar's pride was in his eyes: "Talk is cheap but forgiving is divine..." ...and so I did