i feel the dark when i am all alone
rain gives me hope
those skydrops clean my soul

i hear her sounds in the fog

i was born to see the birds sing

i never want to make a cage and saw them weep
people are mean i feel sad because i am part of these


i want to hear the sound of your soul
as a free bird fly high above
no matter what you deserve warmth

please try not to fall

grey sky ready for rain

hide litle birds you must keep your wings dry
but dont close your eyes in the rain keep watching
is ready to clean the trees for you


Little things used to mean so much to I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial.
A man does not find truth in the mouth of another man; he must find it in his own soul.

It's not death if you refuse it.