I saw this day that would never come,

Come for her, and come for him.

It made them happy

Until they cried sad.

It made them mine,

It made them glad.

It made them invisible

To this day,

They are gone

And though I try

To find them again,

They are but ghosts

Trailing slowly behind

This masterpeice of a world

And they wish for the thing

They wished they'd have.

They wished for childhood.

But now they're mad.

And this day,

That will take me

And make me promising,

They promise.

Will really only entitle me

To invisability.

To the freedom that doesn't exist,

To a ghost that longs for the body

That held friends like roses

And enemies like the thorns 

Of a birch tree.

I want to be me,

And this day,

this day could take that

Away from me.