She cherished it and hid it under stacks of books,
She made sure everyone and no one knew...

Please tell me who you are,
Now that you're gone...

Imagine the world in black and white,
No color on the trees and dirt...

Look away,
Please...

Hold my hand,
Hold it tight...

This is a child's prayer,
My shout into the void...

How do we live?
A heart pumping blood in our body...

We are wild,
Feral little things...

The feeling ,as well as the thought, came back.
The feeling that someone,probably my savior, was...

But this is not a love story
This is not a love note...

How long can you go?
Without your feet, Without your hands...

If someone could read my mind,
Oh what sight that would be...