When my heart bled, I took a pen and a pad;
I turned my pain to strokes of ink, and, o’,
Look what we made! It’s the beauty of art.
When my mind felt like it was falling apart,
I held out my hands and made a promise:
Forever, we stick together, even in pieces.
I love my life, as dark and cold as it has been;
I look to the past and a future as obscure,
I will live with gladness, for the sun and moon.