A year is dead
Another is born
Day and night lived and died
But my love stayed alive
Hot and wet seasons rose and fell
But my love stayed awake
My love was pure and without insincerity
It lived for none but you
It cherished not but you
But you…you
You took it for granted
And made pain its bedfellow
Now you’ve split it
And spread one half abroad
Last year, it thought of none but you
It saw beauty in none but you
It told fairytales of none but you
But now, it shares your place with another
So blame not my love
A new year is however born
One more chance is left
To reclaim all or let go all
The choice is yours as the ball in your court still lies
No more bluffing and taking for granted
When the eyes of the fool is opened
The game comes to an abrupt end…
