Dreams do they come true,
an eye that said it again.
But I cried for her as she would walk away,
a lie that I say to myself.
The anger that she sought,
ask myself as the ugly one.
A thought that prevails in me,
Maya will you be with one.
Thy self not exist for her,
but a dream shall exist in me.
Those eyes, the love, that melts,
in me shall I forever see?
Why? do I ask in this lonely crowd,
I see but not believe.
My godess as I think and die,
a rose that burns to conceive.
Walked away left everything behind,
a body that heard none to the heart.
Cold as I felt I have become,
a dream that can never be sought.
Maya - a dream that can never true.