The worst pain isn't a curse, it isn't a blessing
But a notice that you know you are alive still
With anthems ringing of pain at highest levels
The comforts are fading, as you are screaming
Getting old isn't a blessing or curse, it is a thing
A thing other people miss out upon, but do they
For me getting here isn't a blessing, that's fine
All I want is to find that place I need, so quiet
The silent breeze, warm and inviting, tall grass
Days are long and you never grow old nor cry
I am here now, all I have is pain, so I'm waiting
Until the day the stars fade, and my life is joy
No longer insane, no longer outside in a cold rain
Where I can fly if I like, or swim like a dolphin
Where I can cry for love, or never again mourn
I long to be there, and never feel pain again
