On a silent night, when the stars seem to weep

On a silent night, when the stars seem to weep, I got lost in thoughts and memories, like a leaf in the wind. The novel I never finished, Was not about a prince or magic, But about someone I am not. In those pages, scribbled with soul and longing, Lived my dreams, my unfulfilled legends, Beyond the written prose, my shadows revealed themselves, I was someone I am not. But you, with your ruthless flames, burned those manuscripts, Manuscripts I did not want to finish, Because that story was not mine, It was about someone... I am not. The words now melt into ash, And the dreams become echoes in the dark, But somewhere, deep in my heart, That story still lives, unfinished, Like a swan song of my soul. In the flow of my consciousness, like a winding river, Thoughts flow without stopping, And I wonder, in the silence of the night, If I will ever find those lost words, That story about someone... I am not. And yet, in my magical melancholy, In the dance of shadows and unfulfilled dreams, There is a sad beauty, An unstarted story, About someone... I am not. , I got lost in thoughts and memories, like a leaf in the wind. The novel I never finished, Was not about a prince or magic, But about someone I am not. In those pages, scribbled with soul and longing, Lived my dreams, my unfulfilled legends, Beyond the written prose, my shadows revealed themselves, I was someone I am not. But you, with your ruthless flames, burned those manuscripts, Manuscripts I did not want to finish, Because that story was not mine, It was about someone... I am not. The words now melt into ash, And the dreams become echoes in the dark, But somewhere, deep in my heart, That story still lives, unfinished, Like a swan song of my soul. In the flow of my consciousness, like a winding river, Thoughts flow without stopping, And I wonder, in the silence of the night, If I will ever find those lost words, That story about someone... I am not. And yet, in my magical melancholy, In the dance of shadows and unfulfilled dreams, There is a sad beauty, An unstarted story, About someone... I am not.