You have turned your back on everyone.
Especially me,
But I can never turn my back on you.
Why?
Because I’m your friend.

You have closed your heart
And now it is as cold as ice.
But my heart is still warm for you.
Why?
Because I’m your friend.

You act coldly
When you were once kind,
But I can tell you are hurting inside.
How?
Because I’m your friend.

After what you did
Others now think you’re evil.
But not me
Why?
Because I’m your friend.

I know you can still be saved.
Others have given up on you,
But I can never give up on you.
Why?
Because I’m your friend.

You can try to deny it
You can even try to **** me
But I’ll shoulder your hatred
Why?
Because I’m your friend.  

You’re trapped deep in the darkness
But I’ll do anything to pull you out
and bring you back to the light
Why?
Because I’m your friend.

I will reach out my hand until you take it
For if our roles were reversed
you would do the same
Why?
Because you’re my friend.

Some time has past
But I can still feel the sting.
Your empty words had
Cut me open from the inside.
I thought you were different.
I thought I could trust you.

Did you also feel pain?
Why were you the one crying?
Didn’t you want to fix it?
Why do you continue to ignore me?
You knew what was going to happen,
Didn’t you?

I no longer feel that burning anger.
I no longer feel that sorrow.
I only feel indifference.
I cared deeply once
But now I just don’t.
If that’s all it took,
Then maybe
Good riddance.

With or without you
I’ll keep on running
And reaching for the stars.
If we do speak again,
I want you to look at me differently.
Not like before,
But as someone new.
I’ve grown.
And I hope you have too.

Leaves from the vine,
Falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.

Little soldier boy
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home.

These leaves did fall
From branches overgrown.
Drifting slowly down.
Resting all alone.

Little soldier boy
Taken from a home.
Forced to fight a war
That is not his own.

Leaves from the vine,
Falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.

Little soldier boy
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home.

Leaves fell that night
When everything was silent.
No one dared to make a noise.

The little soldier boy
Found his way back home.
His mother wrapped her arms
Around his corpse.

Leaves from the vine,
Falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.

Little soldier boy
Come marching home.
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home.

An evil monster blocks my path.
It looks at me while giving a sinister grin.
With fear in my heart, I try to fight it.
My efforts are in vain.
The monster overpowers me.

The monster leaves me defeated.
Laughing, the monster rushes to attack my friends.
One by one the monster hurts them.
All just to torture me.

Tears run across my face.
For, I am helpless to stop the monster.
All I could do was watch the horror,
Unable to fight anymore.

I recall all the times
That I needed to be strong,
But failed to achieve victory.

A friend reaches out to me.
His last words begin to spark something in me.
The monster sees this and kills him.

Something awakens in me.
Out of rage, I transform.
Pain causing me to go beyond my limits.
Latent power that I never knew I had explodes.

The monster looks back at me.
The monster is speechless,
And begins to shake.

With sharp eyes,
I challenge the monster again.
The battle is once again one-sided.
However, this time,
I overpower the monster.

The monster is unable to keep up anymore.
The pain the monster had dealt,
Was paid back.
The monster gets desperate,
But the monster’s efforts are in vain.

With borrowed strength,
plus the rage and sorrow burning in my heart,
I slay the monster for good.

Exhausted and the battle over,
I smile while shedding one last tear.