Where my love have all the years gone br Looking back into my chest of forbidden br fruits of yesterdays harvest, I see the golden br hills filled with so many promices of years br gone with expired dreams of exucution br br Wondering how many many times after br each and every busy day, attendng each br and every detail in my life, reasuring each br is tucked in and placed in its own world, br I still maintain the private moments held br inside the walls of my silent heart br br Its ok, to be happy, to love, to lust, and br to mostly be content with todays fortune br But nowhere did anyone say that yesterdays br dreams should be forgotten and cremated br into a slient well of forbidden moments of life br br Well knowing this, well accecpting this, as br I know only too well, you have done, from br afar, we see and feel the moments that br once were the epitome of yesterdays tomorrow....