Pourquoi a t'il fallu que je croise ton regard
Ce doux matin de juin, sur le quai de la gare
Tu avais l'air perdu, les yeux un peu hagards
J'étais seul, déprimé, peut être est ce le hasard
In the corners of my mind, voices start to rise,
A chorus of thoughts, echoing inside,
Whispers and echoes, they fill up the space,
So many voices, I can't keep up the pace.
In this life, we walk a path unknown,
Wondering where our souls will be shown.
Will we find solace in Heaven's embrace,
Or be condemned to Hell's fiery place?
In a house once filled with laughter and love,
Now echoes the silence, like a mourning dove.
A family torn apart, by choices made,
The pain of a divorce, cannot be swayed.