I am alone with no one to guide my way. I'm dependant on the world. What am I so scared of? To admit my wrongful deeds.
Ahead of me, I see the good in others. People helping one another, securing one another. How can I be this person with so much good in the world? One solution. I need to change.
To change from wandering to found. From lonely to surrounded. From forgotten to noticed. But I still wonder why there has to be so many wrongs.
I don't feel like I fit, like I belong. I am so different and see the world from behind unforgiving eyes.
There has to be another world somewhere. That's the one I belong in. I have been put on this world by mistake, please take me back, I've seen enough.
When suddenly, the world comes to life. The breeze pierces through me, somehow comforting, somehow warm...
The sun comes out to tell me I am not alone. The plants and trees spring up and turn green with new life, with new beginning, with new meaning. I look for faults. Nothing.
I remember who I really am now. Happy, warm, cheerful. For the first bird sings my hear to life. The sun shines brighter than ever before.
The cold world cannot cover me up, the real me, the one that belongs. This is the world that is familiar. This is my world, it belongs to me.
I am no longer covered up, no longer afraid. For as long as I have my sun and my breeze to guide me, I am me.
