I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
And falling's just another way to fly.
I love to write and to get to know the people who are listening.
You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.