There are minds with bad intentions,
It's a dangerous and aching society...
But, I wish, we would be nice, regardless of our anxiety.

How would our actions change if
We imagined us in their broken-hearted shoes?
Wouldn't we hope that just one person would see passed the
World's burdening lessons that left us with deep tattoos?

How would this world change in just a day
If we, regardless of our intimidation, attempted to try?

Love has been run down,
Turned to just a feeling...
No longer profound.

Oh, love, what have you become?
Plastered as something that makes us come undone.

Still, sometimes, I still see you
In the eyes of an old man talking to who
Can only be seen in photographs and stone.
He talks about her like he's seventeen
So in-love and so brand new
Burdened sweetly with the thoughts of 'you'

But, the young who have not  discovered...
To them, you aren't as special or protected.
You're just a feeling...
A burden...
An aching...
A label...

Oh, love...
What have you become?

I wonder what the weather's like back home,
The place that I had first known.
How are all the neighborhood kids, my old friends?
I miss the fields and sidewalks where we used to play pretend.

I remember watching the people build that beautiful place.
I used to run through the wood beams
And imagine life through the window seams

Life was sweet back home in my hometown...
My childhood room and the memories i keep like photographs,
Life was simple and perfect.

"You can't go back, though"

... Not when someone has already moved into that beloved house.
And I can't knock on all of their doors when they don't live there anymore.

She's a dreamer...
A beautiful little girl who has always been a believer.
A faithful follower to the idea that no one can do her any harm.
People only act cruelly because of life's deceiving charm.

Oh what a delightful dreamer.
I wish I was more like her.
So open-minded, so innocent.

Enchanting emerald eyes with a pinch of nebular gray.
Long mahogany hair.
She looks just like her favorite princess.
Oh what a beautiful dreamer.

She's the light that eternally shines,
The state of mind like that of a child.
Oh what a dreamer, she is.
What a beautiful dreamer.

Years and years, we mapped out all the journeys and explorations.
I still don't understand why she had to go, even with their explanation.
' The miles between the both of you made you a journey in of itself'

Years and years, I've tried to write a song but nothing sounds right.
If words could reach her, maybe then they'd be enough tonight.
But, they vanish into the pastel skies... into clouds. They just evanesce.

Time and time again, the lingering words become scathing reminders.
The secondhand that passes never ameliorates the days without her.

For years and years, I enjoyed the relationship we'd grown together
We were inseparable; two who had watched each other grow; sisters
And i miss her...