The day the sun looked sad over the bridge.

" I answered the phone and became quiet.

A few seconds later I felt life leaving me behind,

every drop of every death becoming larger,

harder, every smile I had ever seen suddenly

disappearing, vanishing, abandoning my soul for good,

leaving no trace of any hope. The illness

was back. Spread through the hole body, each

and every little bone condemned. Just a kid.

Two years old, no clear words and nothing but

strength and happiness. Now he's got two months

to live. And I'm the one that feels like giving up.

Too weak for this world I am, too weak...

When have I earned any right to live? God.

I think of god and I pray for mercy, forgiveness,

salvation. I think of my dear friend, the kid's

father, and I just wanna hold him tight

through the darkness of this times. And I

feel like I'm losing the ground and every last

breath of love for a world bound to nothing

but dust, dry tears in lonely unforgiving nights.

People call all this life but I just don't know

what else to call it anymore. Nothing makes any

sense when you don't have any faith and I

believe I lost that a long time ago. Restless

I keep on searching for that glimpse of the eyes

suddenly appearing out of shadow, a touch

of the palm of your hand, to hear your heart

reassuring me, for once, that everything

will be okay. "