Should you have narrowed down all your wishes, your dreams, desires and hopes to only a few that would suffice for all your life, only then could you have called yourself happy, satisfied.
Should you have collected all the laughter, all the joy, regardless of all the hurt and pain and have turned it into a simple quiet smile, only then could you have called yourself beautiful, cheerful.
Should you have given with all your might, all that you have, had and will have while desiring nothing in return, only then could you have called yourself selfless, giving.
Should you have been so full of love, so brimming with passion, that your eyes would reflect love and light, only then and only then could you have called yourself human.
But we were angels…
Let me cry, let me cry
For all the hatred in the world
Let me die, let me die
So all the hatred in the world
Can turn to ash, can turn to ash
The ash that flows, the ash that blows
The ash that mingles in the world
And I shall mingle in the world