Back to December, I remember and cherish every glowing ember.
I wish I can start my life all over again. Living without a purpose,
I always have something to lose in the end. I can't find peace of mind.
I can't find a place among the stars. Unwanted, I question my own existence.
I am vanity, a burden of endless self pity. My name means nothing special at all.
I fall off my throne then take on the form of a ghost. Jesus loves me the most in
my fragile condition. Full of grace, he replaces my frown with a smile. I embrace
life outside the womb and know love.