Three cotton handkerchiefs,
Stitched in your failed beliefs
Lay beside your pillow.
Drenched in your tears,
From those painful years,
Your past, it’s so hollow.
Stars, millions of them,
When behind the rain-clouds they hide
Memories, myriads of them,
When in your mind they flood,
Can you still see with your mind and listen with your heart,
This life of yours breaking apart?