Do you know that secret you kept for times? That you kept in mind under seven keys As if one day would reveal it though was late Changing the people’s ways through the facts Remember the picture you took that sunny day? The one which revealed the love and the dream of a lifetime Between two lightened faces of joy and desire Turning our wet soaked hair through wind I stop to think but I can’t change, facts are facts Why do perfect things end up becoming imperfect? The thinker used to say. Oooooooh folly… oooooooh folly Sometimes what appears to be it’s not. And sometimes which seems not to be it is I know we are two souls that were lost on the road And as much as I want to I cannot change the scene The memories I have sometimes lead me to think We lost a lot of time in our lives afraid of truth Today we are part of a time that’s lost We live in the memories of a story that’s been taken I wonder what destiny will write tomorrow When walls get cracked