I am from a pencil, from words, and paper.
I am from the two bedroom, one floor home.
I am from the roses, and the sun.
I am from homemade coffee and depression, from Bonnie and Charlie and Christopher.
I am from the anxiety and denial.
I am from not throwing things and not living life in fear.
I am from Angels surrounding, and Omnipotent protection.
I'm from Hartford and Greenwich, statesmen and viscounts.
From the pain in their eyes and rage they expressed, and the ignorance of men.
I am from the wall where the past hangs in frames.
From pictures of possible better times, yet maybe not any greater.
From pictures that may be of worse times, hidden behind these smiles.

So it begins:

I miss you above all the stars in the sky


So I must find a way to fly


I miss you friend more than sand


Every grain in every single land


I miss you more each and every day


To find you, I must make a way


You belong inside of my heart


Never far, never ever apart


I miss you more than the moon


You play my heart to a gentle tune


I miss you more than the sun


Of my friends, you are the best one


I miss you less when you are near


Every moment I wish you here


You belong inside my heart


Never far, never ever apart


I miss you like I've lost a hand


So pull me up and help me stand


I miss like I cannot see


I am blind so please guide me


I miss you like I cannot walk


With you thought, I will not be lost


You belong inside my heart


Never far, never ever apart


I miss you my memories clock


You hold my heart and the lock


I miss you my old and dear


Stay with me, just be near


I miss you my precious half


I want you always, to come back


You belong inside my heart


Never far, never ever apart

As much as I am crossing the way of life
I am facing more problem,more pain
It seems to me like; growing up is a sin

Can you at least pretend like you're happy for me?
Can you for once be happy that something good happened to me?
Is it so hard to take the spotlight off of yourself once and a while?