something is out of place...

It’s not very usual, something is certainly out of place;
I am not yet sure, maybe I've lost something I can’t replace...!

What is a man to think, what is a man to say;
If, on a bright sunny morning, his skies turn all grey?

In the melancholy eyes of memory, I try to dig it out;
But what is it I look for, that still remains in doubt!

What is this feeling, the burden I feel on the heart;
Why won’t it stop, why does it keep tearing me apart?

True love never crossed me, of that I had grown sure;
Then what is it that lends me, this pain of love so pure?!