There Was A Person
Whome Which I Cared For
When I Was Lurking
In The Midsts Of The Forest
He Was My North Star
When I Was Lost In The Dooms
He Was My Angel
When I Was There, Nowhere
He Was My Path
When I Was Stuck In My Very Own Self
He Was My Grease
When I Was Drowning In My Very Own Tears
He Was My Raft
When I Was Red-Eyed In The World Of Fumes
He Was My Air
When I Couldn’t Even Find My Self
He Was My Guide
When There Was No Reason For Me To Live
He Made Me His
When I Felt There Were Parts In Me, That Never Could Be Healed
He Was My Magical Nurse
When I Was Lonely, Lonely Forever
He Was My Soulmate
When I Thought There Was No God
He Found Me God
When I Had So Many Reasons To Cry
He Kicked Them Out
When I Thought I Owned Nothing
He Made Himself My Property
When I Was Dying, With Nothing Else
He Was My Angel
When I Was Almost, Gone In Hell
He Was My Heaven
When I Wanted To Know Who He Was
He Was My Taz