What do I have to loose,
since some of my dreams I
have renounced, of my body
I have never paid much attention.
Now that the age has finally
reached me, only my soul is
still in the air transported to
the thousands whims of the
wind. I can scream, I can
put up a tantrum, but no one
is there for me. I hide like
a rabbit in my hole and fear
the unknown world. Do I
keep dreaming or do I just
put an end to this miserable
life. A little star one night
fell from the darkened sky
put a light and a twinkle
in my eyes that really showed
me that LIFE WAS STILL WORTH
LIVING...
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