|Fukanzen - By Galm|
Trapped between two worlds
Both familiar, yet belonging to neither
Fate has dealt you a cruel hand, little one.
Too old to be a child,
Too young to be an adult-
What at first seems like a blessing
Is at heart nothing more than a curse.
Those who think otherwise
Do not grasp your pain;
They haven't heard you crying,
They haven't seen your tears.
Every night I hear you weeping quietly,
Thinking no one hears
Yet when the morning comes,
You put on a brave face
But you can't hide the sorrow in your eyes
Eyes that have seen too much, too soon.
Never doomed to grow old,
Never allowed to grow up-
What, then, does the future hold for you?
It's said that Innovators live forever...
That's a damned lie.
For your eyes reveal...
Part of you is already dead.