I can see the stars that has left the dream.
I can feel the hope that has made me mean.
This is not the time that has given me grief.
This is the light that has left me bleak.
The words of love to the lovers that made me hurt.
This is not the time that can give the shield to heal.
When the wind blows so does the storm that gives its code.
There are others for this to be told.