Mayhaps this is better, mayhaps this is not
but the only thing I know is that I am free
Mayhaps this is a releaf, or mayhaps a grief
but I realise that his leaving was my release
No reason for his leaving, for love was blooming
but now I can realise that his coldness is warm
my soul now o'erwhelmed by joy tainted in sadness
tries to fly and flee for in this solitude I can really be Free...
