It's the little things that hurt,
it's the little things that sting.
It's the little things that
tear me apart somewhere
deep within.

It's the memories of my father,
it's the longing for a mother.
It's the loss of those closest to
me - I'll never forget
my grandmother.
It's time that always seems
to stand still until
you realise life passed you by.
It's hard to be brave
when you're buried.
It's hard to be strong
when you cry.

Who are you?
Who am I?
What is my identity -
was I sold a lie?
Will I live
when I die?
My greatest wish
is you and I.