...And Its Yours

What if a dream shatters?
After all its sighs, tears and whispers
And its yours

Who counts tears and sighs?
After all its yours

What if another day ends?
After all its yours

Count how many birds passed by
Count how many winters, summers …
Tell how many farewells too
What if you count?
After all, what is yours?

Your prophesies Cries
Solitude
Your heart, hysteric beats
Euphoric melodies
Are not counted …
After all, those are yours

What if the trees shed the leaves?
What if the greens dry out?
What if the brook dies?
After all, those are yours