My best friend left me cold...
Now I need something else to hold...
Why is everything I love very much taken away?
There is nothing I can do except wait and pray...
Gabriel was great company...
But he got so angry...
Now I'm forced to keep as silent as the night...
Because otherwise, he won't stop to fight...
I must admit it is not fun at all...
I feel like I'm starting to fall...
But I know I will get up again...
Even though I'm in great pain...
I have learned out of my mistakes...
And I'm trying not to haste...
I know I will make it through...
With or without you...

My friends are being taken away by my mother...
I get lied to by my brother...
I know that I am not right...
I so wish that I could "see the light"...
But why does everything seem to be so wrong?
Why does everything seem to take so long?
My mom is keeping me from listening to any song...
Which I think is wrong...
Why do I feel so rejected by my own mother?
Why do the things she said make me shudder?
I am confused and mad...
I am angry and sad...
Because I miss my freedom and my best friend...
I just wish that my patience does not end...
Please help me here...
I can't go anywhere...

My own mother and brother hate me.
My own father and sister can't help me.
My friends are far away.
All night and day.
My heart is strangled in weeds of anger and sorrow.
My days are long and I am afraid of tomorrow.
It might be good... It might be bad.
But it is mostly very sad.
I will not let my heart get destroyed by hate.
I rather accept my fate.
It hurts a lot...
It's like someone fired a painful shot...
But I will carry my heavy burdens...
Without that my heart hardens...
It's really sore...
I will just wait some more...

Death doesn't have a story but a song...
It can be very short or very long...
It's agonizing and painful...
And its rests are quiet and dull...
Many know the different melodies of sickness...
She, so powerful, in her grieving-dress...
Pain, not far behind in her footsteps that hollows...
Hated and cursed are they, along with death that sometimes follows...
There is no place where the song isn't found...
Terrified, are many, of the sound...
Healing, doing her job, trying to ease...
But not everyone is she to please...
She is not always allowed to stop the notes and the song...
She must obey and not go wrong...
All of these are under command...
Death, sickness, pain, healing, are all under higher hand...
Don't wish for any of them to go away...
What will happen if they don't stay?
They must continue to teach me and you...
Think about it for a minute or two...