Have you ever stopped to look around?
Yes, ashamed at what I found...
I dream of a life
Where kids always smile...
Darkened silence, I cry out and my echo answers me...
I should not care, yet I'm burning inside...
I was born as a gift, a fruit of love
A tiny creature, blessed from above...
Art hands,
Man oh man how I enjoy these art hands...
Fairy tales are wrong,
Someone has to die...
When I look at you,
I see myself in your eyes...
Picking up the pieces of how my life once was
Pondering all the reasons of why the storm erupt...
There's always a little truth behind every single
"just kidding"...
I
The stars above the city aren't shimmering...
In a time long ago
when nature was bliss...
Have you noticed the green of the grass?
How it suffers through the seasons...