Love is dear, lover is rare
Love is never where your eyes would stare
Unexpectedly even blindingly
Love will show its face to you, no lie
Fears subside, clearly why
Time has come for me to stand aside
Unencumberedly though reluctantly
Upon the whispering steppes I lie with pride
I was cradle of my hopes, now lies my resting grave
The warmth of life has left me half-embraced
For those who rendered fears and pain
I will surely pay with a smile you can’t escape
Free at last, from the past
Time has come for me to greet the vast
"Unencumberedly though reluctantly
Upon the wispering steppes I lie"
Unenecumberedly, so gracefully
Above the whispering steppes I’d fly
