King Of Fools

Yesterday in the days of sorrows,
I lived a dream, too good to be true,
Kept dreaming all around with sparrows,
Singing the most melodic rethym I knew,
Dancing in the fields of love and gold,
In gardens full of feelings and hope.

The dream vanished and the fields blown,
Everything gone before I even knew,
Every dream became fake, burning in ruins,
Every memory full of pain and blue,
Every memory passing is like a dart,
Without aiming keep hitting my heart.

Good turned to evil because of a fool act,
An act kept me away from ecstasy’s crown,
An act kept me away from holding a heart,
A heart of beauty, a queen of all beauties,
An act kept me away from reaching the stars.

But that is just a blast from the past,
Perhaps things changes and becoming different,
Perhaps the dream is coming close to be true,
Perhaps the gates of sorrows are closing,
Perhaps the fields are real, feel it blooming,
Perhaps a new life, a new page is opened.

Perhaps I’m dreaming and being fooled,
Perhaps I should be called King Of Fools !!!