Healthy Nostalgia

We have gone to places where trees no longer bear leaves,
Where birds no longer sing for their taken lives.
Fate took all the leaves, every time,
All the songs, from my life.

Because my only destiny,
Was to pass over all sufferings,
To find a path for all who suffer.
A path of searching,
Of the blind before the eyes of life,
Seeking to know who I am.

I whisper to you, life:
Where are our destinies,
That were never traced?
Our feet being washed,
By the waters of the sea and of love?

I shall not bid farewell,
Over flowers at my grave,
For I have not departed,
From the old bygone days.