• I am lost in a forest,

    I cannot see,

    I run and i sprint,

    But I cannot flee,

    What is this dark place,

    filled with dead trees and black thunder?

    What is my name?

    I cannot remember.

    The sunny blue skies,

    The radiant flowers,

    And blueberry pies,

    Are now in the past.

    This is my goodbye,

    My life is passing,

    Im filled with sorrow and misery,

    And full of regret,

    Dealing with this,

    Is not so easy.

    As I fill my veins with lies,

    I start to see the light,

    My life flashes before my eyes,

    And as I DIE,

    I think of one word,

    And that word is. . . . . . .

    "WHY?"