I am an individual whom as beliefs
I wonder whom I shall end up loving
I hear the tinkling of people making wreaths
I see people hating, despising, spitting, and writhing
I am a student, a friend, a daughter and a girlfriend
I pretend I am needed, loved and respected
I feel as if the world is comming to an end
I touch the wind as it sweetly fled
I worry that my life will be unled
I cry at night for those who know not
I am one who shal always love to be fed
I understand that every war is meant to be fought
I say I know, I understand, I be
I dream that one day I might see
I try to love to the highest peak
I hope that one day I might not flee
