What would you do if your reason for being didn't want you anymore. Would you still risk everything to save them? Raise your hands and try touching the sky, and when you do it you'll notice there's never been a sky to fly, there's no sparkle in their eyes and you've ever lived a dream, because life is such a very real, pretty clear, belief. Raise your hands up in the air and look up for the missing stars, that died yesterday in our twilight night, you were one, little piece of sharp, super-cold sparkle light.