I'm on a field of bright green grass,
then i hear thunder, storms coming fast,
i hide in the forest for protection from rain,
but it comes down hard, rhythmic pain.
the sun starts to shine as i walk towards the light,
something holds me back and i try to fight,
the urge to call out for someone to come,
i no I'll be laughed at, no I'll be shunned.
so I'll sit here and wait for someone to help,
feeling the worst I've ever felt,
I'll always be close to that sun-shiney place,
but in my mind, I'm losing the race.
