Why does life
Have to end in death...

I sit in a quiet room
With people either side...

The pain
that grips my heart...

I'm scared
to feel as much as I do...

People are born black
and some are born white...

The world is spinning round
Turning upside down...

Staying up all night
chatting away...

In the quiet darkness
I sit and stare at the wall...

Mothers cry
when they receive the letter...

Love is a word
yet it means so much...

The sun shines
high in the sky...

A window is like a door
in many ways...