My thoughts drift like a tale of the sea,
when I scream,
all there is, is a shadow of me.
Sailing for its destination like a leaf on the wind,
like a memory,
a flight of dreams and hope.
To sit upon a cloud,
and ride through a mountain's side,
stopped only by air on the cool wind's home.
I watch upon my fate,
and all that I can see,
is a past,
a dead and forgotten dream.
Like a leaf on the wind my words will never be heard,
but never will they hurt me, when they are dead and gone.
I regret what I say, what I do, think, and feel,
but wind will carry off the pain like a leaf upon the breeze.
My shell is my savior, my one and only truth,
is that I shall shield myself from all that is uncouth.
By the flowers I go and up into the night,
a wonderous journey,
and a wonderous flight.
I yell for help again, but I hear no answer.
In space, no one can hear you scream.
Like a leaf on the wind, I shrivel up and die,
and all those bad memories will fly right by.
Through the time and the help my wounds of the past will soon heal,
because I never have to look at it again.
And when I'm dead and gone,
a lesson I will teach,
is that having love will bring you through any disturbed peace.
