Never let go of the uncalled tears

They only mean the weakness

Love is weakness

and so is hope. Or it is foolishness

Don't give into what you think you want

It never was yours to want

Ideal minds are best butchered

Because the good wasn't even reserved for you

Settle for the bad end

Cause that's what you deserve

Desparate cries and measures

Mean last dances which end in pain

Le dernière danse

wasn't for you

Cry beautiful voice. Cry.

And happy trees and dead birds

go up the same slow way

Ask the golden prince with his rubies.

Or the seamstress with a hungry child

Dreaming to wonderland isn't always escaping

It's also surviving

The endless falls

of rabbits and hateful pasts.

Tears come uncalled for pain in the heart.

a Purple tale