How can you not see, what is around,
It comes, but it goes, catch it fast.
Shut your window, sit down and cry
For what never comes; it's just a lie.
There's no birds, no rainbows, no stars
Only a maze full of questions from the heart.
No answers to be found; dont give up
The story is just about to start.
What is the purpose of being, loving,
When no one cares about that grain of sand,
Raise up from inside, let it all out
In the end losing is all life is about.
Time heals wounds, but not mine
Tomorrow never comes, Today is an endless time,
The happy story I heard, was just another lie.
That's why I ask him? What is the point of life?