Be fluffy.
Make and create different shapes...

Searching through the pictures,
Of a once young life...

God created mothers,
To show us the true meaning of love...

The sun slowly fades away,
Behind the mountains...

Tear me up,
There's nothing left...

I can't feel my heart.
I can't even hear my own cries...

Warning of sorrowful times,
Speaking for the dead...

Slowly soaking in on this path that I see,
I don't know where I am...

As I sit here,
Staring out the window...