My life is a rainy night that rains 365 days. Heart that gets smaller in every 24 hours. I even hid the small comma and its tail, Then the future that awaits me becomes a period But carry the new day on your shoulder and run. What am I running towards ? Weather if the sun’s setting or I if I’m loosing I don’t know. But I go. Keep on runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ high. I’m the young star that has been abandoned by the galaxy.