crawling up from the cracks
no sun no light
just a dim sky
my damn cottonhead
I have to form a plan
just to get up
before I fall through again
I do every night
everyday I think it´s the last
but I´m still here
fighting
I wish I could not bother
with the sadness
the paralyzed me
but it´s me
I get happy too
by small things
like words
or leafs
and big things
like the world
and the sun