You say you want my poetry,
The artwork lost inside of me,
But I find none.
You ask me what's my destiny,
As if my eyes would lie to me,
I am undone.
You give me hope, just when mine fails,
A fresh spring breeze to fill my sails,
And I find hope.
You are the best and worst inside,
The little voice, that I can't hide,
With which, I can cope.
My thanks my friends inside my head,
For everything you do.
I fear I never would have found myself,
if I hadn't found you.
