As teardrops fall on this moonlit night
I find myself wondering…

Who am I to live and love?
Who am I to take away?
Who am I to know the pains of others?
Yet they do not care…
For mine

Every tear shed resembles pain
Every word cried is a shout for aid
Yet few can be answered
By me

Every day another is lost
Every day another is saved
Those stuck in the middle
Have always had to deal with the pain

If some one believed
That the world could change
Then maybe we wouldn’t have so many die
So many gone
So many have passed on
So many lost to the ones who still care

So many have died
For the things they believe
So many have killed
Just because they are different

When will I be seen
When will I be heard
When will I have a voice
It seems I will always go unnoticed.

How long will it take for my cry to be heard
I have always felt alone
Not one person listens
Except for my true friends

Where does each moment go
Once it has been wasted?
Time has always gone by
Never waiting

If only my smile shone through
And showed the truths inside
For every day I put on a smile
To hide the tears inside

If only the cries of people in need
Would be answered by the rest of the world
The pain of others finally healed
And never caused again

If only there were no wars
Peace finally reached
Humans finally seeing the rest of mankind
With compassion instead of hatred and fear

I shall miss you, my dear friend
I shall miss the way you made me laugh
I treasure the memories we share,
I dread that we must now part

You made me smile when all seemed lost
You made me laugh while tears flowed down my face
You have always been the best of friends
You must now say goodbye

Tomorrow is a new day
Make a friend or two
Tomorrow is full of opportunities
Don't waste them

Now, as the sun sets in brilliant reds and golds,
I wonder why this day must end
It seems I am always saying goodbye to the sunlight,
And saying hello to the darkness

Now, as I say this final farewell,
I beg of you to take my advice
Never let a moment pass
Without realizing that it could be someone else's last

A quiet place to think,
A quiet pace to dream.
This stream holds more than it seems.
It holds the millions of broken dreams,
All of the hopes thrown away by time,
Lost and forgotten forever by this cruel world.

A peaceful place to think,
A peaceful place to dream.
You can see what you desire,
Or what you already know.
It’s time to find out for yourself.

The only place to think,
The only place to dream.
How long will it be,
Before it’s all gone?
I think we all hope that this quiet little stream,
Will last forevermore.