don't try to follow
your heart
because the heart
cannot see
the heart is there to
feel the journey
not to lead you on it

life is moving
can't you see?
there's no future left
for you and me

i am changing
i am gone
i am older
and yes,
I'm moving on

i was holding on
searching endlessly
now there's nothing
i can do

so dont be blue
there's another future
waiting there
for you

yes im changing
can't stop it now
and even if i wanted
i would not know how

if you don't think its a crime
you can come along,
with me

they've got it all wrong,
I'm not really strong
I'm a survivor
but I don't get to be
the conquerer

they've got it all wrong,
when they only see me
holding on
My life is on the edge..

they think that falling
is what i fear most

I'd rather live, struggling
not to slip,
and hold on

than stop trying
and face the torture
of    not dying
if i
fall

the basement of depression
was where i learned my lesson:
temptations of death
are the feed of bad thoughts

i had to decide
to leave those habits behind
- it left me homeless
but in hope was where i lived.

under the bottom of rocks
life found ways to throw me down
But i kept on going
even if it meant by crawling

up the basement's stairs
i had no sight
but i was desperate
for something bright

So, i kept on going
kept on crawling
dragging myself
closer to light


;

Sometimes i look up at the sky
and wonder  if a piece of it
is the deep blue of my eye

a pledge promised to Earth
They'll  take me back, there's no need
for 'goodbye'

i wonder what the dead are doing
i wonder if they can hear my thoughts
Do the clouds swallow it up like sun
or does it drift above my head?

Are the stars, stars?
or fractions of soul
shining through the gaps
to lighten my way

at night, Angels put up show
us humans call it  'dreaming'
Is that the image of Heaven
or my own imagination?
It could be the very real creation

i wonder what the dead are doing
i wonder if they even know
they're dead.