My Well

Have you heard about that man?

He was blue with a red hand

He was coming from the woods

Maybe he was just you

Do you want to be my friend?

I distill lives from my well

It was dripping only black

Now I'm bare with my illness

Did you come?

What did I miss?

Did you come?

Have you heard about that gang?

All poor children with no roof

All their childhood being abused

Maybe they need some glue

Did you come?

What did I miss?

Did you come?

Please help them all

They are just kids

They need some truth

It's like going back again

I can't pretend

That I am still there again

I want to live again

I want to live again

I want to live again

I want to live again