You may just be a ray of light,
But you are sunshine to me indeed.
I was locked in the dark before,
But your light has set me free.

I will never be spectacular,
For I am just a droplet of water
Pretending to be an ocean.

She was just a caterpillar before,
But now she is a butterfly like you.
And as I wither away into my cocoon,
I hope that, someday, I'll be a butterfly too.

You were a part of my life before,
But today you are not.
Feelings that were there between us
Are now all forgot.

You replaced my fondness with hatred
By injecting it into my veins.
Where once there was love and happiness
Now there is only pain

When you are feeling sad
And happiness isn't real,
It's easier to forget how to live
Than remember how to feel.

Here's to the writers,
Who make their own worlds
Out of made up words
On torn pages from notebooks.

The war carries on
And people are dying,
But all that remains
Are families crying
Over gravestones in the rain.

It was meant to be a sunny day
When their son came home from the war.