Join me in my search of truth
How could I be when you don’t hear my voice
The wet grass is cold
The moon is hiding behind clouds
Join me in my journey now
The wind cuts my skin, it’s cold
My lips are dry from singing like a bird
About the world I’ve seen and heard
I wonder why there’s rain
Droplets shedding pain
Will it be sunny in the morning?
Will the day turn back to me?
Will I be here trying to sing
About the laughters carried on butterfly wings?
What if I stay, to see?!