In the middle,
of the night,
I wake up,
screaming.
I step out my bed,
and walk to the window.
The sky is black,
just like my past.
If I look good,
I see a white bird.
Is that a sign?
Is my futur,
gonna be,
different,
to my past?
A black past,
and a white future.
Maybe,
I'll find,
just someone,
like you.
I always,
thought,
that you were the one.
And maybe,
I was right.
But,
the real answer,
we'll never know.