Once the candles melted, the fire was gone
And the fragile papers were torn
In the sky, the moon shone yellow
And a message flew under my ghost
Said, "No one listens to my sad songs."

I write, I read
I wait, and I believe
I give, then I bleed
All I did was to be paralyzed on the ground
To wait for you to just hear the beat and the sound
To be lost, and I'm not found

l always thought of being stuck in a place forever
So frightened, I can shatter during a storm
Yet I stand still
Waiting for the last drop of rain to conquer
My mind, my heart, and broken bones
I refuse to surrender

I wait for things that are impossible
I wasted sadness, I lost controls
I dedicate a planet—I received a stone
And my efforts went to a broken home
So then I continue to wait
Wondering if someone will make me feel
The feeling that they appreciate