some people are like wounded animals
completely damaged
may God know why

and you shouldn't let them suffer
these wounded animals
no.. they should die

When their was no reason to live.
Life was useless, better to give.

You were frustrated and pumped.
From top of roof you jumped.

It was just a matter of second
yet enough to live whole life in this errand.

Ups and downs of life passed through your eyes.
You wished to give your life another try.

But now it was too late.
Worldly life had already closed its gate.

Your delicate body crashed into the ground.
It all ended with a dull and feeble sound.

How dare you think you have the power to take your own life.
You are loved,
you are worth it.

there are so many mirrors,
every memories I know
every street I go

they try to denounce me,
pull me down,
pull me down

i'm lack of existence,
lack of experience,
lack of senses

there are so many mirrors,
i can't break through them,
they try to break me in

my eyes are dead at night,
my heart burns like ice,
my heart burns like ice

A little girl, lonely and lost, draws pictures in the sand
Suddenly, a shadow of a little boy falls across her hand
His awkward smile brings him to her
His gentle words weld together
Until they draw in the sand, side by side
Laughing and smiling with care and with pride

But the girl is still lonely, the girl is still lost
The price of her heart comes with a cost
A single confession, on a white screen
Such a thing she could never have foreseen

The little girl tells a tale of sadness and woe
The little boy sits and listens to her lowest low
And then he has his own tale to tell
Of how an angel almost fell

A not-so-little girl, lonely and lost, draws pictures in the sand
Next to a not-so-little boy, with a quivering hand
The hand she takes and folds into her own
At last, she knows, she is not alone