I run to the edge...but stop before I fall.

The thin thread of quivering life doesn't snap...yet.

This once beautiful world has become twisted and humane.

I wish I could remember how it once was. But I only know, how it will be.

If someone asked me if I wanted to see the past or the future, could I reply?

The words are torn out of my mouth.

The days go by like nothing.

But who am I to stop the clock of time?

I long for a pair of arms to hold me and murmur,

"It's okay."

And then I'll cry without regret.

But only the howl of the wind answers my call..

Peace, joy, happiness, love...what are they?

Cruel human emotions that only cause pain.

What will be and what cannot, there is a fine line between the two,

that I cannot cross.

Even though I do not believe in superstition, I hold a rosary against my chest, to guard against night.

"I wish I had wings."

My unspoken wish wails through the sky.

But do wishes come true?

I touch my cheek. What is the true value of beauty?

I thought I once knew.

Inside the core of the fruit?

Or the glistening skin of the apple?

Even if I die tomorrow, everything will go on.

Nothing will change.

But I hope, by writing this song, I can leave a memory somewhere on this earth to be remembered.

I wish that I could believe in the naive truth that happiness is something "eternal".

But what are wishes, in this demented universe?