I am different, with feelings of my own.
I wonder, if our lives here on Earth, are for naught.
I hear cries, the torturing pleads, of the helpless.
I see everything around me, spiraling downwards, but a light shining
through.
I want peace in mind, blissful tranquility, a world of my own.
I am different, with feelings of my own.
I pretend to be happy when I am not; to stand tall and strong, to hide my pain.
I feel the promise of the future, of the happiness to come with love.
I touch pain, so great-tangible...wishing for my love.
I worry, of losing my life, of everything fading away.
I cry, over the times, when things are hard, hanging onto the thread of life.
I am different, with feelings of my own.
I understand, that life is not fair, no matter how hard you try, that pain will prevail.
I say, that if you want something, reach for it, it may not last long.
I dream of searching, being lost in my thoughts.
I try, to be pleasing and kind, in hope that Fate will be in my favor.
I hope, that my love, will never leave, to always stay.
I am different, with feelings of my own.

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