Tired and scared.
Looking for hope in a crowed shell.
Trying to see the light, but the rainbow is just too bright.
The clouds are coming, but my dreams have faded.
Th love of my life have not been created.
The disease of my heart is my love for you.
The story that gives me strength takes it from you.
I can see that this is my end.
The sun does not shine where my heart is.
This is the last of a journey run well.
Now I go to the ocean or the sea.
Hope to finish so friends that are not my enemies.
Misconception 