I sing this poem to you...
on the other side, I see
Shining waves, glowing
Its far away, far away from me,
I can see it there
I can see it there
the wind blows outside and I have no breath
I breath again and know Ill have to live
To forget my world is ending
I have to live
I feel 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
Is this mystery unfolding
As a wind blows to me (?or you?)
Something [bad word] [bad word] 
dream of unending sunshine
Something is happening
Something is happening