Why light the heart with flowers bright
For those who answer love with cold?
Why should the lantern of the sea
Sink beneath waves, lost and old?

The streets are quiet, the night awaits
A window glowing in the dark;
Why should the candle of the soul
Not guard tomorrow with its spark?

If from the beloved’s distant road
A gentle breeze should call my name,
Why do the restless butterflies
Still dance around my hidden flame?

If love once burned my house to dust
And left my dreams among the ashes,
Why should I not rebuild again
A home where hope forever flashes?

Whoever walks this winding path
Of love and sorrow, joy and pain,
Will carry wounds and memories
Like echoes of a forgotten rain.

I stayed faithful to my love
Though kindness was returned with lies;
For loyalty still holds its worth
Beneath the weight of endless skies.

A broken heart can beat again,
A wounded soul can still believe;
For even in the ruins, springs
Sing songs that never truly leave.

Though familiar shadows fade away
And leave my garden cold and bare,
The flower of hope will bloom again
Because love still lives somewhere.

The sky may hide the golden sun,
The clouds may rule the passing day;
But morning always finds its path
And darkness slowly fades away.

Those who choose to give no love
Will someday learn what they have missed:
Hold on to kindness while you can—
For life is too short to lose a gift like this.