• Pain comes and goes, as does love, but why do we cry, why are we sad?
    Why must we cry for things that are better off, for things out of our hands?
    Why do we want to die in the dark, with our blood all around us?
    Why do we not step into the light, and heal are wounds?
    Do we need a guide, a hand to show the way?
    Why do we weep, when the light passes us by?
    Why do we not stand and fight, for love for joy?
    Why do we give in, and live in the darkness?
    I am no longer its pawn.
    I am no longer in pain
    I am no longer weeping.
    I am in the light, the blood has stoped.
    My eyes are bright and my soul is free.
    My wings are full.
    My heart is light.
    I am here, and the darkness is not.