A Picture

The pain for the death of a loved one
is perhaps the worst experience we have to face.
It penetrates deep into our body and can change even our being.
I don’t know the way to overcome those moments
I think only that each one lives them differently.
Somewhere I have lost my heart,
sometimes I have placed the roses on your grave,
none of them will take us back to when we fell in love
Sometimes I have cried for you
without you I have changed.
All that I want is just to get lost in your eyes
All that I want is before my eyes
For a long time searching for an answer
So many times I lost my head
You know I want…
But all I have is just a picture,
the memory of what you were
tabernacle of my pain
until the end of my days
But all I have is just a picture,
the memory of what you were
and now it’s only an illusion
the sanctuary of my pain
All that I want is just to get lost in your eyes
All that I want is before my eyes
All that I want is just to recover lost time
All the time I could spend with you
Somewhere I have lost…
Somewhere I have lost… I have lost… Lost my hope
And all I have is just a picture,
the memory of what you were
tabernacle of my pain
until the end of my days
And all I have is just a picture,
the memory of what you were
and now it’s only an illusion
the sanctuary of my pain
Somewhere I have lost…
Somewhere I have lost… I have lost… Lost my light