Just the happenings in life... my own lullabye before I die The things before I wake the things before I fly It's in my own words how I see things happening and rest in my soul is just important for me I'm a sensative person and it makes me wants to cry but I can't, It’s too deep Stuck, and I don't know why Depressions let me think and write And rise the angel in my own Through all this it gives anger and even rage Gladly a part I’d never really shown Feeling like a prisoner in my own soul Thinking, wondering and even little speaking to God How to succeed my goal Patience and inspirations makes it more difficult but also more fine but still I’m waiting to that day, I just have to wait for the better day Untill forever sunshine