I carried the raindrops in my eyes,
I carried my dreams in a bubbble.
I made home out of cobwebs that flew with wind.
Love came and made everything strong for me,
it went away and tore way my sky.
All the stars fell on me and burnt my eyes.
Now, i walk like a widow with a torn veil,
but my head is still held high.
I am the lover who loves with pride.
