Silently I sat slowly, sitting still,
Singing the soft serenade of my quill...
Whats the point of life today
its like the knife in my Harte...
Do you ever wonder what life is about?
maybe it's something that you have to reach a goal...
He loves me, he loves me not?
Is this plucking predicting your plot...
Take me away
from this place where nothing...
How many mistakes can a man
make...
Love your parents
Who bought you to this world...
This symphony is so silent it can't be heard
But maybe if you look close enough you can see...
And the old man
just hinted at in shades...
I will soon decide my future,
when I'm only 15 years old...
There is a saying that asserts that life is not...
You can't run far enough,
to be able to hide from destiny...