“In the darkness of the night, no one is around Only the wind that has wandered here and there In the middle of the night, seeking the path The voice that was heard, now silent In the middle of my life, I am standing here

The cold rain falls, as the morning dawns Returning again, as it always does In the end, this is the only way I have paid the price for this journey We did not speak of the pain we bore Of the stories we lived, in silence We loved and left, or we stayed and suffered This is the price we paid for our journey

In the silence of the night, as the stars shine We begin to understand, what we have lost The love we had, that we never got to experience The time that was wasted, never to return The stories we tell, about the journey we made

The cold rain falls, as the morning dawns Returning again, as it always does In the end, this is the only way I have paid the price for this journey We did not speak of the pain we bore Of the stories we lived, in silence We loved and left, or we stayed and suffered This is the price we paid for our journey.”