• Felt like a widow,
    with tears in her eyes,
    spending her days in shadow.
    Repeating the same old lies.

    Looked like a queen,
    in the beggar's tattered robes.
    standing so forlorn between,
    the lively river and the grassy slopes.

    Sounded like an actress,
    saying her goodbyes.
    "I must confess:
    Now it's hard to improvise..."

    Stood there in the middle of the crowd,
    waiting for the tears to come.
    You looked at me, I was so loud,
    and yet I felt so numb.

    But I just had to tell you now, before I burst . . .