I sail around my island of darkness,
There’s something about this stream.
A way of circling round and round,
That soil being gloomily themed.

When I come closer to the land,
I can hear the wind speaking subdued.
“This is the home you are longing for,
This is safe, pleasant, warm and good.”

I could have control over there,
And let my thoughts rule the land.
But to be a ruler of my own body,
There’s still suicide I’ll have to withstand.

After endless circles of sailing,
Around my island of the grasping past.
I now go look for inhabited land,
Where my warming hand is waiting at last.

Mum told me a story
Before I went to bed
That I will remember
‘Till my day of death

It’s about a girl
So careful and sweet
Walking towards home
Through some poorly streets

She saw a little girl
Being way too cold
So she gave the little girl
Her big warm coat

Then she saw a boy
That broke her heart
‘Cause he was so cold
She gave him her scarf

She gave away
Her socks and sweats
Until she had only
Her underwear left

Looking at the stars
While softly singing
She heard the 12
o’Clock bells ringing

The stars began falling
Golden stars on her feet
‘Cause this selfless little girl
Was also in need

With these gold stars
She bought new clothes
And gave them away
Like she did before

The stars kept fallin’
Every single day
And ‘till her death
She kept giving away

Now up in the sky
She shines bright
As she falls down
Every night

With her falling comes a purpose
Falling is part of the universe, it’s okay