The wind blows
On the tip of my wings...

I love the words you say
A phrase used to kill me each day...

I can't understand the way
Those words come together...

There's a mess in my head
That I'm slowly fighting to change...

Alone in my bed
My feeling has fled...

I've asked about the brightest day
But this is just a world of black and gray...

When you see branches swaying
Listen hard, because I'm praying...

A million thoughts cloud my mind
While this thin blanket attempts its heat...

Tear me apart
Just leave me bleed...

To the heaven
Breaks the dawn...

In this rhyme
There's no sublime...

Excuse my tears
Drenching the paper...