People who aren't worth much in the mirror
Walk by on crowded streets...

Mom,
I can't come home for christmas...

I plan to paint magic with my fingers,
To add two and two to make six...

There was a tree I knew of,
Way back in the woods...

She ran in circles,
She made crosses with her feet...

I know it makes you sad,
And I'm sorry...

In fifty years,
Will those trees be there...

I won't let you down,
I know I said that last time...

I'm going,
Running, sprinting...

How can you feel so fast?
Move on so strong...

So you're sick of the day,
Come away...

I wish I could be like the water's ripples,
With the power to change the sky...