Sitting beside a window, I think,
Tears drop by every time I blink.
Looking for something in my bag to hide the sorrow,
Just to find that it's something you can never borrow.

Days went quieter than the nights,
Every day, the same old sights.
Walking home all alone,
Thinking about the people who surround me,
Their families would stand beside them till their last bone.
All I could do was just walk and see,
Thinking about when I would be free.

Then I met a rock
Who smelted me into a piece of coal.
It felt like I HAD A SOUL.
Now, it seems I was just a blade of grass beneath a tree.
Words hurt like an arrow in my chest,
And I wish to bury myself beneath an ocean's crest.

I laugh as if nothing happened the next day,
And act as if yesterday's pain faded away.

I want to run away to where the breeze takes me,
Away from the land that burns me out,
Away from the sea that makes me doubt.

I ponder what my worth might be:
Am I something, or was I born
Just to return to the earth?