Olive branch you extend,

And I reach out with my own.

But time keeps passing

And turns it into a dagger

That twists in the heart

As I open my hands to find nothing;

Perhaps it was all imagination.

Gentle breeze starts blowing,

And I dare to venture a smile.

The moment draws to a close

And turns it into a stormy gale

That tries to uproot all the faith

That I had built in my heart;

Perhaps it was all imagination.