I got tired of trouble...
And I turned my back on all the rubble...
Now I'm feeling better than before...
I'm going to take a few steps more...
Even though I fell from the sky...
I got up again to try...
I'm going to run once more to fly...
I was soaring so high...
But then I hit the harsh reality...
And I turned from happy...
To hurt and sad...
I missed the lad...
The last few days it's not so bad anymore...
I'm just worried that he will wither to his core...
But I don't think so...
I must decide whether I stay or go...
I want to stay...
But maybe I'm looking the wrong way...?
Maybe I should go far away...?
Maybe I should fly night and day...?
Maybe another guy is meant for me...?
But where could he be...?

No matter how friendly I stay...
My mom always has another way...
She points at all my bad stuff...
And I know that I'm sometimes rough...
But she goes over the line...
I'm trying to clean myself so that I can shine...
And I believe that I'm making some progress...
But in her eyes, I always make a mess...
I don't mind if she helps me here and there...
But it is like she points everywhere...
I don't mind if my brother plays with the stuff I throw away...
But whatever I say...
They'll never understand or see...
The soft pain inside me...
I know my brother is still just a child...
But he goes wild...
I don't want to see how he destroys...
My old toys...
But no one cares a thing...
Except for my King...

There was a time when days were short...
When I felt like dirt...
It was not good and not bad...
Until I met a nice lad...
He gave me friendship when I needed it most...
When I felt like an invisible ghost...
He made me feel real again...
He was sunshine in the middle of rain...
But then the days of happiness came to an end...
My straight future bent...
I had to say goodbye...
And it hurts because I know why...
I admit that I was wrong about half of the things...
It feels like I broke one of my wings...
I know I will heal again...
I just don't know when...

I never thought silence would be hard to bear...
There is nothing to say and nothing to hear...
I feel trapped by strings from an unknown source...
It strings me with little force...
From time to time I break free...
But it always has another way to grasp me...
I need to get used to all the new circumstances...
But I doubt my chances...
All I can do is smile and see...
The sad world all around me...

I am still standing on two feet...
I'm starting to put on the heat...
I'm planning to fly high...
Into the night sky...
No one will reach me...
I will look around and I will see...
I will forget all the bad things...
And I will fly on my own two wings...
Up in the air, I can laugh into the wind...
I will leave my sorrows behind...
No heavy rock on my back...
No more things which I lack...
Some people won't notice that I'm not there...
Some people might see that I'm not to be found anywhere...
But I can't really care...
Because I'm here...

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...