Another two years older,
another million miles apart...

I wake up in the morning,
instantly wishing the sun will shine down on your...

Red:
for the excruciating pain that you caused my young...

They say if people want to walk away,
to let them go...

I was there with you
on your first day of school...

If only for tonight,
I wish you would stop running...

The shadowy gift of tears returns
to touch the abyss that has become my heart...

Amongst the shadows of words,
I'm tired of holding back...

Covering the lush green grass
with the cotton blanket...

The tears are pouring out tonight,
filling buckets with my pain...

Every morning,
every night...

Your past is not your identity,
it is simply one part of your journey...