I have twenty seven more days.
I'm fine, because I know this is grace.
But I pray you extend this sweetness.
I know it's pointless but I can't let go now.
I'll give anything, for these extra time.





I saw the maze today.
I think I've grown, vertically,
my head sticks out and I can find my way.
How I wished back in time.
When I faced the leaves, forboding walls in green.
And then I'll call for you, with tears in my eyes.
I'm lost in this scary place, and the monsters are coming to eat me up.
I can't find my way,
I need to be in your arms.
But now, I see,
I see everything,
even the flowers at the top.
And there are no monsters,
just other kids getting lost, like me, in the past.





No, that ain't the way to be.