Sometimes life gets me down,
why must we suffer so...

Father,
when i was little...

People in this world,
don't care for one another...

In my mind,
its the little things...

No one will listen,
to her feelings...

Yesterday i may have heard,
yesterday i may have listened...

Mossy trunk supporting me,
tranquil...

She can feel the sadness slowly returning,
creeping toward her, glaring...

To real tea,in a toy teapot,
To Fred the Invisible Purple Turtle...

My darling friend,
i know the hardships you have been through...