I'm not a baller,
I'm not a jock...

Every morning
I wake up...

This feeling I hold so dear,
And wish it to never end...

My miracle
Moves neither land nor sea...

Never could open your eyes,
Never got to say goodbye...

Nobody knows
What it's like...

Every were I turn,
I see your face...

Take you sorrows,
Your tears, your pains...

Every day seems
Like a new way to die...

She cries at night
The burden of life...

Thirteen years,
She died to young...

Sometimes
I can't hold back...