Tears of my Soul

Be my squire...
When the colors of the rainbow are lost,
for I still enjoy the rain in the sky.

Be my squire...
When the charm of the music is lost,
for I am not tired of my steps.

Be my squire...
When the sweetness of being abandoned is lost,
for the night didn't lose its canvas fabric.

Be my squire...
When the light of thy candle is lost,
for I wish to be lost in the embrace of its smoke.