Inside the broken hearts we live
Throught the windows; we leave
We are the signs of a soul that is dying
Of a flower withering away
Feelings are our tickets,
Our key to becoming free
Holding us in, doesn't do any good
In the end we always win
Escaping from that evil place
That drains us 'till the end
Falling, dancing to and fro
Gliding through the air
Landing here, falling there
Now, we are finally,
At last we are free
We are gems of gold,
Remnants of distant memories
Scars of the past
Only a moment do we linger,
As tears, we can finally flee
