The story of the truth

On a lonely cliff in the middle of the land
Two brave men said that love and art are grand
Contemplating the nature that kindly looks at them
Reflecting the sweet corals that look like a coral gem.

The trees tremble at the sound of romantic poems
In those woods lost to the worlds they sound like anthems
The sun is shining, the wind blows soft, the sky is blue
They both remembered that once love was true.

Why stay in lonesome places and cry about the past
Why dry your tears that made your life have a great cast
When all that we all want and they two sure talked
The path of the trust that surely was walked.