Why does the sun go on shining,
When shadowed are the days by the grieving heart;
Why do the stars glow above,
When the shining of the moon never starts...
Where is the truth behind those lying,
What more do you still need to say;
Where is the love that kept me from dying,
What have become of those days...
Which of those promises have been carried,
Whose fault was it to blame;
Which pledges have the wind ferried,
Whose life have you brought shame...
Whose heart have you broken,
Whom you have decline to name;
Whose soul have you taken,
Whom have you killed in the game...
