How can you cry

If you've never been hurt?

How can you die

If you've never experienced birth?

How can you smile

When you've never been glad?

How can you say good

When you've never known bad?

I, who've never known tears

Would not know what it's like

To face your fears

To live a dream

To enjoy reality

It is but

A faraway hope for me

What is choice?

What is ambition?

Is it not but a mirage

A fake apparition?

Is it wrong to be human

And yet haven't felt

The sadness that occurs

When you lose someone to death?

For I am a nothing

No one cares for me

I've always served a master

Never knowing what it's like to be free

I'd hunt, I'd steal

But never heard a conscience

I got away with everything

By actions lacked consequence

I am but a servant

Ever since the very start

Nothing is emotion

In the depths of my heart

What is love?

What is pain?

What do you feel

When you dance in the rain?

What's it like to fall?

To see that your deeds

Amount to nothing at all?

People who are ordinary

Take everything they have for granted

Never knowing that I am watching

Longing to be like them

I've always been content

With my cold existence

But what is this yearning

That wants to put sound in the silence?

I think that no matter how skilled

Or magnificent my talents are

I'd give it all away

To be able to wish on a star

I've never acknowledged beauty

Never seen all the splendor

That the world has to offer

And also so much more

I want to be free now

To really be alive

For what is the use of living

If you never need to survive?

So maybe, I'd risk it

Even if my life might end

For at least I felt something

When it meant living again…