They said a world walked with her.

Nobody knew who her eyes were looking for,

The girl with the song kept losing her way,

The more she walked, the greater the distances grew,

Her dreams were her destination and her destination those dreams,

Ways lead to more ways,

And no body knew why the girl with the song kept losing her way.

An old memory stops her and whispers into her ears,

'How long will you walk? How long will you struggle?

Lets sit in the shade of yesteryear's,

Lets talk about the moment when a bud blossomed,

Lets talk about the moment when a melody was ringing in your ears,'

An old memory stops her and whispers into her ears,

'How long will you burn your feet in the sun? How long will you struggle?'

A world perhaps walked with her.

But there was pain inside her. Memories out flowing.

Sometimes the picture fades away on its own.

while some learn to stay happy with the new colors,

others reminisce about the old glory.

The girl with the song realized her guilt,

She dreamt of the swallowing the moon,

Bringing the sky on the land,

She wanted flowers to grow on stones,

She tried finding fragrance in thorns,

Prayed hail to give her warmth,

Tried finding calmness in the raging fire,

Her dreams were but a mirage,

The past is but buried,

The old conversations have to be replaced with new,

The broken thread only lost the pearls,

The beautiful have only learned to illuminate memories on their eyelids.