The Old Lover

The Old lover

He is the cause
Of darkness in her days
He is the cause
When her oppressed tears flow
When she stupidly stands
Waiting for that ever longing
Show
Of a prince
In her imagination she daily draws
Who gave her nothing
But buried her heart under snow
Avenging what?
A love that he promised to carefully grow
But was killed under his own claw
He steps closer
In front of her
And His happiness throw
Not to share it
But to let it glow
In the eyes of
An old lover
Who is going to receive the deathblow
By the truth that she is going to know
Let the curtains be drawn
Let the truth be shown
Pain is now deep in her bone
When she knew that her prince
In a sky of another lady has shown