• Thought I could stop it,
    Make it come to and end.
    But I never thought that,
    Wouldn't break but bend.
    It sways with the wind,
    So fragile and so desperately alone.
    Like a small child,
    Without a real home.
    I sit here and stare,
    While it stands there alone.
    I'm really trying to care,
    Maybe I should set it free, let it roam.
    I try to get to near,
    But when I am close enough to look into the eyes.
    All I see is fear,
    And secrets, and lies.
    The slowly I realize,
    This thing that I see.
    This thing with the sad eyes,
    This thing it is me.