The alarm starts ringing
The music begins to sing
Realizing that the train,
That took you to the
The land of dreams,
Has brought you back,
To a place that waits for your warmth.
Now the world becomes bright,
Once again,
Because of you,
Good morning - Miss Sunshine

Life feels like a big, dark maze right now.
A dusty, dark hall full of unknown difficulties
I don't know where I'm navigating.
I see helping lights every now and then.
But they go dark after a while
Every step scares me to death
Makes my body shiver and itch
I may have the strength to reach the end, but
what will happen
when I reach it?

Am I too caring?
Am I being used?
Do I want to be used just to be someone's choice?
Will I ever find someone who cares as much as I do?
How many more people do I have to teach to fly?
And who will teach me?

These are the questions that keep me up at night.
They make me stare at the ceiling like a block of ice.
Who will thaw me out with answers?
If you don't, please let me stay frozen.
I'm sure one day someone will give me fire.

One day I'll stop being someone's flight tutor or someone's fire.
And that will be the day I lose myself.
Not for others’ cause,
But because of others‘ taking.

Standing in the dark
Tired of walking
My limbs feel numb
My hands feel cold

The streetlights say good night
Except for one
That greets me a taxi with flickering lights
I start waving, calling, screaming
But the car doesn't move
I try to get closer
But the distance feels the same

When will the taxi start to move?
Will it come towards me?
Or will it drive away?

When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.