You once asked me a question br A secret question I shouldn’t know br But now it’s my turn to pled br Why do I lay here so cold & all alone br Where do I go from here? br The Sun is hiding & the birds are dead br The grass is greener because it’s not grey br The glass is broken & there are no more days br The last petal on the perfect rose has hit the floor br The tears can’t stop because they won’t even fall br Do you understand yet? br If you ignore my plea I understand br You can’t help, no one canbr br Kille and Brim (young poets)br br