When you would have roamed the world enough?
When you would have roamed the world
When you would have seen enough hearts
When you would have met enough people
When you would have got enough scars

When you would have been betrayed
So often to not believe any more
When you would be disappointed enough,
To not do anything, no more

When you would stop seeing the joy
In the life that’s spread around
When you would stop believing in your presence,
When you would simply stop seeing around
Would you just do one thing?
Just come back to me,
And I would let you see
How wonderful still life can be  !