To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern,

I do not feel alive, and feel no need to thrive.

My heart has stopped beating, my mind has stopped dreaming.

To whom it may concern,

my life has seemed to shatter, and in my soul there is no laughter.

I do not feel the wind, I do not hear the birds, I do not smell the flowers, but I do taste my words.

I need to feel alive, I need to start dreaming, cause when I'm with you my soul is beaming...

To whom it may concern,

it's going to be OK, the wind will blow, the birds will chirp, the flowers will bloom, and my words will not hurt