I’m one of the few original pillars
That is left of this old house.
I have a lot of stories to tell,
Of children that were born, and now have grown.

I’ve been a part of this house for decades.
I’ve been a part of it since this house was first made.
When I first arrived in this house,
Everyone was still so young and full of life.

Through the years, we stand tall.
Through the years, we watched them grow.
Through the years, we protected each other
As we shielded people from sun and rain.

One after the other, everyone slowly fell.
One after the other, everyone got replaced.
I try my best to stand still.
I try my best to be strong and hold on.

There are times I wanted to just break down.
There are times when I think that I’m too old and too tired.
I start to feel the weight of the roof,
And the pain when my feet starts crumbling.

But when I think of this loving family
That I’ve been with all these years,
And of how hard it would be for them if I give up,
I simply close my eyes and forget all my pains.

I have sacrificed too much to keep this house together.
I could probably already fill an entire lifetime of pain.
But I wanted to be the only pillar left standing
When this entire house finally give in.

“Look under the stars and you shall see
A world was created for you and me.”
You whispered this to me so softly
As the cool breeze passed us by gently.
And hand in hand, we walked together
Along the shores that ends forever.

At the beach, we decided to wait
For the tomorrow, and a clean slate.
Hoping the sea to wash all our sins.
Believing from east, the sun begins.
We closed our eyes and felt the warm sun
While promising to no longer run.

I opened my eyes to take a peek
At your bright face that I always seek.
But what I had left from my sight
Was your memory that vanished through the night.
And as I welcome this sunrise alone,
I wished for you to finally find a home.

Here comes tomorrow.
With it, people’s hopes and dreams.
The little bird sings.

The air gets thicker
It is getting hard to breathe
My mind is floating

Hey,
Did you know you were my sun?
The sun who shines it’s light over me,
And the sun on which I reflect my light from?

Hey,
Did you know that the more you shine,
The darker my shadows grew?
Did you notice how dark it has gotten?

Hey,
Did you know that even now I kept wondering,
How bright you could’ve been when you have stayed?
And how my shadow could reflect those in your eyes?

Hey,
Do you know how the sun gets its own light?
Or where a shadow is supposed to get its light from?
Or how long can a shadow last without the light?

Hey,
Now that you can’t give me light anymore,
Can you tell me,
How is a shadow supposed to survive?

The stage is too big.
The spotlight, too bright.
I looked around the audience,
But I couldn’t find you.

You were running,
Like you’ll need to catch that last train.
You were shivering,
As if being cornered by a hungry wolf.

I closed my eyes
And breathed in deeply.
I thought of you
And I started to sing.

Do you hear me there
Wherever you have run off to?
Can you sense my voice trembling?
Can you hear my heart crying?

Like the sun and moon,
We both share the same light.
But you could shine on your own,
And I could only borrow your strength.

Like the sun and moon,
We both serve the world.
But people only loved your warmth,
And I could only reflect their sorrow.

Like the sun and moon,
We both rise and fall.
Though it would be only for a while,
I couldn’t help but love your shine.

Like the sun and moon,
We’re each at both ends of the world.
I could only glimpse at you from far apart.
And I know, we can never really touch.

Last ray of the sun,
Please show me which road to take.
The road is fading.

Countless thoughts, whispered.
Endless tears, drowned in sorrow,
Washed away by rain.

Before this borrowed light from the sun
Completely fades away
Let me put my pain into writing
And my sadness to tears

Before the cold empty darkness
Completely consumes me
Let my heart sing songs
As silence turns them to screams

When tomorrow breaks another day
And the scars of yesterday heals
This faded notebook will keep the memories
As its pages would prove the tears