• Forgive me for being blunt,
    It is the only way I can tell you how I feel.
    My words are artificial,
    My heart is real, and it can't get off you.

    To see a friend's tumble,
    By the very burden that is life itself.
    Makes me skin shiver,
    Makes my stomach sick.

    It is as if a thousand spears,
    Piercing through my body.
    But it's harder to witness someone,
    so precious, so beautiful.
    Not see their own beauty,
    Not see the beauty of this world.
    If they'd only believe people love them.

    This interconnected web,
    Is based not on money, not on wealth.
    Is based not power, not on success.
    But is based on the goodness of life.
    Its friendships, the happiness simply for being alive,
    The bonds we've made over the years,
    And forget the ones we've broken,
    And be sure treasure the next one.

    Something are precious,
    Love is precious,
    That's why when you lose love,
    You feel a part of you is missing.
    But let us not forget,
    There are still a lot more precious things now,
    That we must hold on to.
    If not we'll lose them soon.
    "When one door of happiness closes,
    Another opens; But we spend so long looking
    At that closed door, we do not see all those
    Who has been opened for us"

    If only we see this world not just as a chain of meaningless relationships,
    Not just hurts, not just pains, hate, nor temporary hapiness,
    Not Despair.
    It has so much more to offer,
    It is a world of hope, of freedom, of love and of comfort.

    You do not know how much I want to see your smile,
    I cannot imagine the day when we part our ways,
    I can never see this face again.
    It hurts to see you like this.
    It hurts that we can't share good times together.

    You might doubt my words,
    For they ARE mere words.
    But if I tell you they are true,
    Won't your world seem a lot brighter.
    Begone from that cruel darkness,
    If you just believe it?