A river cuts across The valley of discord Between the right and wrong But where's the north pole? The water is flowing slow Transparent and so low That with a rope, one could reach The opposite shore But a whistle And a whisper Cause the will to fall apart! His look turned To the mountains And they were four meters far! The swollen river now Skims with an awful sound None can hear the voice Of his opponent The valley of despair Has stones of acquiescence Set all along the river Til the horizon All the whistles And the whispers Objects of the regrets! The time, one could have spent to Build bridges, Was wasted instead But all he thought he knew Was conjecture! And all he thought he needed Was possession! He said, they did not call But did he? He said that they were lost But was he sure? And now they walk alone Drowning their thoughts And shaking their heads It's time, for them to forgive For them to forget And for each other's back The sun's rising from east And lighting the ones For they do really care It's time, for their goodbye Without a revenge Wishing just all the best