I look in the window at my life.
And what I see is not to my delight.
I see myself laying to the floor.
And what I see cills me to the core.
I see me covered in blood.
My white carpet turned red by the flood.
I am crying, my skin as pale as night.
and in my hand I am holding a kite.
That kite which would never fly.
I hold in my hand as I die.
I fly away from my window and into the stars.
But don't worry I will not go far.
My life is just one of God's cruel jokes.
I am such a disappointment, ask my folks.
I will fly back when i was six again
I look so happy as i run and skip with my friends.
Unaware of how horrible my life will be.
I just run and play, so carefree.
I fly back to the window as I die.
Maybe I will never understand why.
My life end as it did.
Why i couldn't remain a carefree kid.
Unlike Peter Pan we most grow up.
I guess we will never understand.
Time's amazing sands.
My parents walk into the room.
My mother looks like the the sky had just lost the moon.
She fall to the ground and cradles my head.
She will never understand why I am dead.
I bang on the window mad at myself
She will never understand how I felt.
My dad grabs her hand.
He will never understand why I ran.
I fly away once again
But now I fly I am following the rest of the dead
Into a heavenly light
Suddenly I am filled with delight.
My life has come to and end
But now there is a new journey at hand.
