Sunshine bathed the fields, my soul washed with nothing.
Flowers blooms outside, my heart is full with nothing.
Butterflies free and flies on tree, I feel nothing.
Sweet whispers of the birds, my ears heard nothing.

Freedom is all I have, yet I have nothing.
My wife who loved me, broke her heart for nothing.
For the girl I craved, to her my sweet whispers were nothing.
Yet the woman who ached for me, she meant to me nothing.

See her cry, day and night, yet I do nothing.
Out of all the people, I defined her as nothing.
Years and years together, about her I still know nothing.
Now my apologies and regrets can fix nothing.