1. Soliloquy


I seem to remember a time before I was born.
Certain things catch my eye.
Things I feel, I've felt before.

Why did people stop caring, and why?
When did people stop caring and why?
I guess here I am and I care, there must be many like me somewhere.
Oh, I do love, indeed.
Don't throw me in with the crowds.
It's not that I don't love them. I do.
It's just that I get down and now I can see you,
how you got down and gave up,
I understand now.

What is it good for?
Why are we here?
We must have love and ignore all that fear.
We must be ourselves, It's the only point.
Otherwise... What are we living for?