Maybe I'm young, maybe I'm just unsure.
Either way, it doesn't matter, I just want a cure...
People say that I look at the world
Through rose colored glasses...
Discarded, abandoned
The lonely feather...
I,Steven Patrick Gallenstein,
do solemnly swear that I will support and defend...
To my mother, on this special day
I could say I love you, in so many ways...
Every body has a shadow to hide,
every secret needs to be confided...
Looking at the white flying doves
Hearing the sound of a sad music...
The tide has changed
turned over in memory...
Happiness lies beyond sunlight melodies
And truth behind moonlight lullabies...
Many people wanted to kill my dreams
Wanted them dead and gone...
I am back to my old self, bubbly and loud,
smiling and laughing, I'm back in a crowd...
When I was a young girl,
My teenage years I recall...