Last night, I hit a wall in my chest.
Like the sea, I came crashing down
and suddenly, I was drowning.

Last night, I hit a wall in my head
and I couldn’t process thought anymore.
There was only pain behind my eyes.

Last night, I hit a wall with my fists.
The drywall fell broken to the floor,
and blood dripped down my knuckles.

The yelling, screaming,
The guilt trip.
I just wanted help.

The anger, rage,
The shaming,
I just wanted help.

I’m just a little lost,
A little bit confused.
I just wanted help.

But I was met with sadness,
With passive aggressive when
I just wanted help.

I'm not from here,
I was never from here.

It's time to return home.

Looking at the walls,
A group of ballerinas,
Dancing until the world ends.
Their feet in perfect form
And their open hands.
Why do they not dance for me?

The world is dancing,
The people are singing,
But I feel as though my life is ending.

Tonight,
Feeling a little poor,
I'm like an animal
With my head hanging out the windows.

It's time to return home.

This is my final song,
My final song,
Profound thoughts
And dancing...

...until the world ends.

A little lost one Autumn morn,
Was not sight, but sound that found me.
Not the golden rays of the yielding sun,
But rain it was that freed me.
The strength of an army would come crashing down,
With its might, we avert from the fighting.
But as the drums do sound the battle cry,
We feel pride in their forceful chanting.

A little frail one Autumn noon,
Was not lust, but love that found me.
Not the yearning for the touch of skin,
But the heart it was that freed me.
The fertile soil, though picked over again,
Grateful are we for the bounty.
Now blessed by Nature's luminosity
Through death we'll find its beauty.

A little tired one Autumn night,
Was not sleep, but chill that found me.
Not the twilight sky or the crescent moon
But was cold and calm that freed me.
Beneath the stars, the skies above,
By fire we are dancing.
To the forces that feed us, to those we love,
Hand-in-hand we are singing.

A little lost one Autumn morn,
Was not sight, but sound that found me.
Not the golden rays of the yielding sun,
But today it was that freed me.

No soy de aquí.
Yo nunca fuera de aquí.

Es tiempo para regresar a casa.

Mirando a las paredes
Un grupo de bailarines
Bailando hasta que el mundo terminará
Sus pies en forma perfecta
Y sus manos abiertas
¿Por qué ellas no bailan por mi?

El mundo está bailando
La gente está cantando
Pero siento cómo mi vida está terminando.

Esta noche,
Siento un poco mal
Soy cómo un animal
Con mi cabeza colgando de las ventanas

Es tiempo para regresar a casa.

Esta es mi canción final,
Mi canción final.
Pensamientos profundos
Y bailando...

...hasta que el mundo terminará.

I realized today that everyone prays
To someone, in some way.
And I realized that yes, there are stars in New Jersey.

I remembered that everything is a passing phase,
As though we are the wind.
And I remembered that there are, in fact, stars in New Jersey.

I accepted today that people will praise
As often as they do betray.
I accepted that there are stars in New Jersey.

I witnessed tonight their beautiful gaze
As I sat on the rooftop.
I witnessed those stars in New Jersey.

My language, my language
We hide behind
Like a veil, like a mask
We´re all walking blind.

My language, my language
Hardly mine anymore.
It belongs to no man,
But to politics and war.

My language, our language
It is all the same.
My language to you
Is a child´s game.

This language, these words
Even at their best
Could you possibly tell me
Apart from the rest?