i sing this poem to you...
on the other side, i see
shining winds glow
its far away, far away from me,
i can see that -
i can see that -
the wind blows outside and i have no breath,
i breathe again and know i'll have to live
to forget my world is ending.
i have to live
i hear my heart beat,
fluttering in pain, saying something,
tears [bad word] to my eyes -
i cry i cry
i cannot feel the warmth of the sun
i cannot hear the laughter
choking with every thought,
i see the faces,
my hands are tied as i wish -
but no [bad word] 
no [bad word] 
where are you?
where are you?
what will make me want to live?
what will make me want to love?
tell me tell me

i sing this poem to you to you
is this mystery unfolding
as a wind floating?
something [bad word] [bad word] -
the dream of an innocent child
something is happening
something is happening