"It's time."
You say to yourself.
A hundred times a day.
To let go of something.
To begin something.
Isn't this the gist of life?
Isn't this all that that matters?
All it takes is one step.
One big courageous step.
Just one big courageous step at a time.

When the universe conspires against you and your will
When every bit of logic seems to be non-existent
And when you're tired. So tired that you can barely breathe without thinking about it.
There's still hope.
For it is the last thing you'll ever lose.

Alcohol, the artificial happiness
Seems cheaper than the real thing
Rooms spinning like depressing theme parks
Pavements became pillows

My mouth tastes like sour ash
The start of the night never existed
It always felt like it was about to end
But time became a fairy tale

Feeling indestructible to the world
But a victim to yourself
A Grenade that lost its pin
Weapons became bottled up.

Streets wake up
With a lone milkvan flickering
With a flickering lamp
And a dog stretching out of sleep
Yawning and hoping
Into another day of a full belly.
Half asleep children
Climb into a roaring school bus
While a little boy
Sorts this day's wage
Into stacks of newspaper.

My little starling
Will you sing to me?
Im blue,so blue right now
Will you set me free?

My little starling
I'll offer you some seed
Pick all your favourite ones
And do your small deed.

My little starling
I'll plant trees for you
I'll make them grow as fast as i can!
And make a bird house too!

My little starling
You're the one i seek
All i ask is one happy song
But you are too meek.

My little starling
I've finally given up on you
I looked all over the forest
I found no sign nor clue

And then one fine morning
I heard someone sing
It was none other than
my little starling.

They may be sad
But
It's not necessary that you should be the same.