They're there whether or not you need them,
It's their full-time job to watch over you...

You see me as inferior,
as you glare with pure disdain...

Our love is like a fire. Always spontaneous...
The spark sometimes is hidden, and we lose the...

Sing little bird for tomorrow,
For all in the world which is good...

Inside the darkness lurks a creature,
A creature never seen before...

Tomorrow I can dread about tomorrow,
Not today, in any way...

Every year a horse is born,
Upon it's head it has a horn...

A friend may not even be alive,
For friendship is an art...

No matter if you win or lose,
The game's still just a game...