and what is now in time somehow    will become never    and words may seem to need a dream    to hold together    all what of why something divine    must have created    when stars and sky someday collide    i will be waiting    would it be enough just to wonder why?    would it be enough just to live and die?    will it be enough just to face the sky    with arms wide open    to turn a page and be amazed    and find the beauty    and words remain to leave a stain    and tear right through me    there was a hole of disbelief    and empty feelings    but then the why inside my life    became a meaning       i will be waiting