In this world there is a place that I must stay until one day. In your pain as it raises, they make a place.
Will it snow? Will it rain?
As you go to your place.
I stand here and cry. As you go, as I say goodbye.
But I know that one day I too will leave this place.
When will it be my time? Where will I go? Who will be there? In this place that may snow and rain.
Where is this place that I may stay?
Is it dark? Is it bright? Will there be day and night?
Will we ever see each other again?
I do not know. For it's not my time.
In this hope, I dream of that place.
I hope it snows. I hope it rains. I want there to be a day and a night.
I want there to be trains and cars with cites and towns.
I wish to see the old and new.
But I'm afraid I may not go to that place. For I have done something wrong.
We leave one world and it opens a new door. For it is a place to tour.
