Sad echo of life In sweet love declared But truly not felt In passion so plainly contrived Hands splayed on the glass Face pressed to the glass Tear welling but firmly denied Watching the dance Of others they scorned So proud, but wanting to fly Knowing of love, but knowing no love Lovers of all kinds they tried Sharing the pain, causing such pain Wondering why live or die Sad echo of life In sweet love declared But truly not felt Their passion was plainly contrived.