It seems so meaningless,
you know I could just die.
Cut my vein in two and
bid my perfect life goodbye.
But then a petal speaks to me –
in springtime I come to life.
So before you go, you should know,
sweet raindrops keep me alive.
A butterfly sings softly –
what you miss to feel, for me is divine.
So before you go, you should know,
I steal my breaths from the sunshine.
A beggar stares with pity –
to honor my needs, my honor I sell.
So before you go, you should know,
your unwanted waste is on what I dwell.
Silence, explains in silence –
in stillness is where I persist.
So before you go, you should know,
I’m nothing and yet I exist.
With raindrops and sunshine
and the universe by my side,
before I cut my life in two,
someone give me a reason to die.
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