At this stage,
where words are meaningless,
smiles are fake,
kissers betray you,
and clouds go gray.
You should remember
to stop looking back,
start looking in,
breaking your walls,
and not giving in.
'Cause blue times are closer,
feathers might come;
they'll see you running,
but won't let you fall.
So, be patient and wait,
don't cry - just behave,
'cause soon you'll be off
to dance in a whole new wave.
Feathers in your bed,
spark in your tears,
your smile so bright,
and there's no more fear.
