There is no true hope without despair
and bitter and sweet can never pair
when the ornaments are lost and all is left bare
then a recreation would be rare.
Almost impossible to start over
but when almost becomes constant
then all is but put asunder.
There is no true love without a heart
but when there is no heart because it has been cut
then can there be love?
Not anything here but above
can restore what can never be
what in the mirror one cannot see
where there is left just one tree.
But time will stand true
the clouds will go,the sky be again blue
So, when the bells are tolled
and a new year dawns,
Then it will be different
Because the string will be cut.