Time has come and the time has gone,
Another sun will rise with another dawn,
All I have now are the traces of the missing star,
An unknowingly discontented heart or an unacknowledged scar,
Oh! If I could just know the reason why or just the meaning of I,
As if listening, “Why bother?” whispers the lovely orange sky.

So, maybe I am laughing I cannot really see,
Or maybe it’s alright, I cannot really feel,
Anyhow I look forward to another misplaced sun,
Another beautiful day and another misleading run,
Maybe the night shall make me tough, and hope will keep me high,
And then, as if listening, “Why bother?” whispers the lovely orange sky.

So now I finally listen, I melt into the beautiful hues,
Lost or Found? I don’t really have many clues,
Few tears escape my eyes as if they have committed treason,
Is it the dying day or the dream? I don’t really know the reason.
Few more fall as the colors fade and as the last traces of light die,
And then, as if listening, "Why bother?” whispers the lovely orange sky.

i saw two fairies dancing in bright moonlight
underneath the stars they danced away the night
dancing on the flowers underneath the trees
with there long blonde hair blowing in the breeze.

they wore lovely dresses of colors red and white
sequins made from diamonds shining very bright
dancing in the air and all along the ground
sprinkling lots of stardust floating all around.

then they disappeared completly out of sight
i wont forget the fairies that danced for me that night

I guess,
this bed
is too big
for me.

Why don’t
you hop in
And share
with me?

I’ll hug you
tightly and
caress your
face gently.

Until we
fell asleep
quietly and
peacefully.