"I was a wayward child with the weight of the world that I held deep inside. Life was a winding road and I learned many things little ones shouldn't know, But I closed my eyes steadied my feet on the ground raised my head to the sky and though times rolled by still I feel like a child as I look at the moon, maybe I grew up a little too soon, Funny how one can learn to grow numb to the madnessand block it away,I left the words unsaid let it all dissipate and I try to forget, Nearing the edge obvious I almost fell right over, a part of me will never be quite able to feel stable, that woman-child falling inside was on the verge of fading thankfully, I woke up in time. Guardian angel I sail away on an ocean with you by my side. Orange clouds roll by they burn into your image and your still alive. "