I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
In this world,
we have no choice what we're born as...
Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black...
There was never a time
where playing happy life was easy...
Your love was plain
like waves in shallow water...
The US leader
a very important man...
I've been many places, but I'm not worldly
and I've gone through a lot just don't call me...
You call it sin,
Yet don’t see what makes me truly happy...
She calmly approached him,
while he was carving a wooden bird...
One day
when I have reached the end of my road...
When home is calling my name
my heart is aching for this old place...