You cry and I try to dry your tears.
You scream and I chase away your fears.
I erase the scars on your heart. I am sorry for all the years
when hardly one dream came true for you. Don't you worry, child.
Heaven has a plan for you. An extraordinary free spirit, your beautiful mind. The
outside world will never understand you the way that I do. Don't you worry, child.
Heaven has a plan for you. A place of no return, reasons to burn or bleed crimson,
your untimely early departure. A silent black and white movie, your brief existence, an unearthly peaceful
solace. Bittersweet grief, my turning point, learning to find relief in goodbye.