Sunshine is shining through my eyes. As I wake up from these stupid cries. For who am I, to who is not? I gave a damn, but she did not. I walk the path as I picked up the pieces. I fixed it up, except what it misses. I felt it beat at a familiar rate. Dèjavu, is it not?, But yet is it fate? You came to this place without a sound. Not even a clue to where you are bound. But could you stay a while and make me take flight? As my heart has decided, for me you are right. Dated: August 18, 2010.