I was born on a full moon night in August
Cold winds
Cool breeze
I came into this awful world
with hatred and love to spare
Clouds that once threatened the sky
released their anger on the night sky
In the eye of the storm
A sleeping chick beside my form
Knowing instinctively
My life
would never follow
the usual storm

My dear friend,
close your eyes...
hold my hand,
and hear me whisper...

For the times I was lost,
you were there to look for me.
Will you believe me when I say I love you more than you'll ever know.
Will you trust me when I say ...this time you have to let me go.