Secondhand souls

In the end what remains?

Only memories of a multicolor dream.

A flash in the dark restoring my sight

a sinuous note vibrating for eternity

through the trees, played by the wind.

Tonight I'll drink some good wine

toast you with the secondhand souls.

I hear your voice whisper the right words

I will compose a sweet melody.

Then I will realize I'm finally home.

Even it's too late now

it's never too late.

Even if you're not here now

you will be with me forever.

You'll find me behind the rainbow