To he who tries too hard
Take a look around...
The ride looks fun,
Everyone on it looks pretty happy...
They say everyone has
their own road to walk...
I turn to the bosom of Jesus
and state my maturing love...
I will play the role that you have set up for me,
and do everything as you wish you shall see...
Mutilated wrists from the power of blade,
suicide failure in gratitude of Christ's aid...
We all need that one 'thing',
where we can run so far away...
I wish not to disturb you
my dearest friend of friends...
I have been walking for many a year
choosing my paths by how they appear...
When it comes to death
I need to know why...
Life is a rainbow to me
In it are all the pretty color I see...
A gentle breeze caresses my cheek
As I stand there on that shore...