I was a sad child Never grow up I am from the north of the marsh on Out, along a White of the road, into the City full of gear Into the narrow streets Plate shelf. Each heart whispering stars Smoke in the midst of indifferent Continue to tell the story of the green I believe that my audience - Skies, Sea water droplets were breaking They will cover all my It can not be looking for cover Grave. I know At that time, all the grass and flowers Are surrounded The moment the lights dim Gently kiss my sorrow