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I turn inside of myself |
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Look back into my past |
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Into nothing |
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The best time in life |
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Barely present |
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I wish I could go back |
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Tell that nice little boy |
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To be stronger |
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To be brave |
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But I can't |
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Be had his chance |
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I burn |
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Scream |
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I despair on these thoughts of the past |
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I realize that I had barely lived |
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But just existed |
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It's too late now |
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And my thoughts feed on this grief |
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The grief |
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Creates tears that burn my skin |
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Unable to ease the pain |
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I float in hoplessness |
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For the time is gone and the boy is a man now |
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The end |
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A beginning for everything flows and |
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We live to change |
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Live to learn |
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The future's still open and to be lived like |
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The past has been wasted |
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With hope in my |
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Heart I look forward |
