Loss

Shades of butterflies

A touch of unsettled lies

Invincible mountains left behind

What else can we do?

How can we resume

Luck in which we almost drowned?

Could we start again?

Really start again?

I would be there, yes I really would

Turn back there for good

Come let us try to find again

What we've lost so far

A dash of jealousy

Too much love for free

Ready was the dish of rage

Truth and honesty

Should be certainty

But we really trampled on