The trees in the park are smiling at me. They try to tell me how wonderful life

can be. As innocent as the blue in the child's eye; the sun wakes all life

beyond. The purity of the blade wrote history inside of me. However, never

capable to resurrect me. All roots of life have abandoned me. The candle inside

of me, has blown out. My room becomes darker and darker! Never will I understand

why fish can't walk. Perhaps it's because I coudn't become part of MY life. The

trees in the park are smiling at me, they try to tell me how wonderful life can

be. As innocent as the blue in a child's eye; the sun wakes all life beyond.

However, I'll never understand why this happened to me. But as it is with every

story There's always an end.