Cry the tears that makes it blue,
Paint the sky to make it true,
Light the sun right now with you,
Yet why I ask that you fly past through.

Hold the breath to be alive,
Clench the hands for it to shrive,
Bite the lips until you strive,
Yet forget-not to always take five.

Heave the sigh that was to keep,
Let the feelings out to weep,
Rant the words that made you creep,
So that you can finally sleep.

Once again, I would like say,
Nothing will ever make me stray,
For that I will forever pray,
So that always I'll be gay.