This is for you, my love, to the one I haven’t met. To the one who will know me. When I don’t know me yet.
"We are the only souls to pay to live. A life with no value more than a dime
In the mild lit day of the afternoon, strangers pass me, some stay, but one will never leave.
That is the average time it takes for a mental illness to be diagnosed here in the U.K.
Ticking of the clock Ships come to dock Another year to come The sailors begin to mock
Let’s fly away To somewhere unknown Stay there for a while Maybe call it home