SINCE THE SUNDAY LAST

THERE HAD BEEN SOMETHING LOST INSIDE ME 

                                        SINCE THE SUNDAY LAST

A HOLE CLAMPED THROUGH  MY HEART

AND A MISSING PART,

                                        SINCE THE SUNDAY LAST

THERE IS DARKNESS EVEN IN THE LIGHT,

I  SERACH FOR MY LOST PART EVERY NIGHT,

IN THE SWEET SMELL OF FLOWERS IN THE PARK SO VAST

                                          SINCE THE SUNDAY LAST

THE BROOKS OF MY WORLD HAVE DREID FOREVER

THERE ARE NO FLOWERS TO BLOOM OR BUTTERFLIES TO HOVER

AND THE HAPPINESS SEEMS LIKE A LOST PAST,

                                           SINCE THE SUNDAY LAST.