On the beginning of that September day
Our flag was wailing in the wind...

The mild memory of rolling grasslands, the fine...
Water so cool and calm...

At times, I know the words to say thanks for what...
But they end up flying away like a bird that is...

Rain softly falling
Gust blowing with a Vengeance...

Fireflies in the orchard
Fireflies in the heart...

At times, I know the words to say thanks for what...
But they end up flying away like a bird that is...

I have given my heart and soul away
So it can be broken into small remains...

She is crippled, scarred and bruised
On the inside of her young broken heart...