Rockbell [HoneyWorks]

If you care to look you'll see

that this town can actually breathe

Papa and mama are fighting once more, haa...

Every day it's just the same

I can't walk to school with  all the others

which I don't like much

Sometimes stones are thrown my way

so just behind them I trot, I trot, I trot

Classes can be such a bore

So I slip out at noon or before

In the breeze that's sweeping by

Uneasily I blink looking high

If there were a world where I wasn't around

It'd be another world that spins the same

And it's so hot! This husk clinging on to me

Shedding it I move onto an unknown town

All the things I've seen, all the things that I've smelt

All the things I've heard, and all these bitter tastes

Everything, it all just seems to be the same but

if it's not, then tell me how!

Even at this age I still get

patted on the head like this

I'm not exactly happy about it

But I know that I do want snacks

Napping next to mama's side

when she's dozed off and sleeping sound

I dreamt everyone was gone so

straight away I woke right up

Suddenly I felt kinda scared 

with tears in my eyes, I shook her

Too warm, mama's far too warm

her breathing's strained and shallow too and

Can she not hear my voice calling her?

She's not even making the faintest of replies

"Somebody help!"

I run, I run straight outside to search

but for all my shouting it seems nobody cares

This hand that I reach out with is so useless, useless

It gets knocked away by papa, glaring hard

In the look that's in his eyes I'm sure they express

I am not wanted here anymore

Precisely one full course of emotions

felt all at once, so dropped all as one

I'm leaving behind another "I"

to the mad red sky, when rain clouds have dried

Clear skies!

I dashed along with all my fur intact

Not a single turn of my head looking back

A glass of milk, spilled won't fill up itself again

so there's no point in crying over it then

All the things I've seen, all the things that I've smelt

All the things I've heard, and all these bitter tastes

This town, I guess, is just a little chilly, 

but that's ok, for once it's fine

Oh hey, you! Would you please tell me your name?

Don't you have some friends that you could play with?

Your family? Are they-- oh, I see, is that right,

If that's the case I'll walk with you from here on

These hands I reach out with are so useless, useless

Even so they're being gently stroked by yours

I told myself I wouldn't cry anymore

but I guess not, so won't you hold me?

Please just this time, hold me tightly.

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