• Singing is a voice,
    Deep inside your soul,
    The beauty is there,
    No matter the sound.
    If we didn't have this voice,
    We would be nothing,
    And there would be no meaning,
    As to why we roam this earth.
    I sing for the beauty of the world,
    Smiling despite the tears that flow down my pale face,
    I sigh and look up to the hazy moon,
    As I whisper to you in the wind.
    'Goodbye,
    When I cry,
    You know that I will die.
    Someday...'

    And when I hold back the tears,
    It only brings back my fears.
    I'm not bold,
    Because I can't hold you.
    Because some say holding on is what makes you strong,
    But sometimes it takes more strength to let go and move on.
    And so I cry,
    Holding on to what you have given me.
    I turn the golden necklace in my hands,
    And I sigh.
    A tear falls down my cheek,
    I close my eyes and sigh,
    And this is when I'll die.