A life too short to live,
A body too fragile to hold,
with concubines in this hive,
our lies repeatedly sold.
Is this what it was to be?
were we living a lie?
Where do our dreams go to die?
What happens to the promises?
Unfulfilled ones lives on forever,
in the memories of their lovers.
Forgotten ones remembered,
in relived memories of longing.
Another world awaits,
for those left behind this one,
a better one with hope and happiness,
and unfulfilled promises.
