I had three lives to spend and I left it all,
In the end it was a musical fall.

In my first, a raindrop on a dying flower;
Turned into a dream of white glacier.

In my second, a storm caged in a broken pot;
Hit the bay and lost the spot.

In the third, the promise spilled over a canvas art;
Just again to disappear and drift apart.

I had these three lives to spend.
And one life to gift you which doesn’t end.