I am left to discover,
What I have yet to know,
Of my life,
And where to go,
What I am doing,
How I see,
Why do I love?
And corrupt my being,
Why do I hurt?
And discover tears,
I make people cry,
And my friends I do leer,
So why do I live?
When there resides no reason,
The only point why,
I do desired freedom.

By Siobhan

Date: 9/2/2004