- 29th August 2002
	In a time like this, My mind is shaken, By the gentle breeze , Blowing through the trees, Even the last refuge, Is taken, And I just fly through, Ever free, These pillars hold up the sky, Through this forest, And hold their branches, Up for me, That I could just be, For there I am, And pretty flowers, Beckon me. Every single heart, Gets broken, Could you live my life, For me.