No more did I sense the sympathy of those who had once looked at me and grimaced at the fact I existed. No more do I feel anger at those that hate me, and no longer do I feel sadness at my place in this world. I don't feel anything, I just am. For the longest time, I'd lived regretting and wondering why was it I that was born into this. Why was it I that had to be the odd one out, the scapegoat, the...just the. I have no name, I never did, and not only did I not have a name no one gave me. The only things that speak to me are the animals and the notes in the music I hear. I don't hate them for doing this to me, for burying me alive. Because I am weak, Because I was different, Because I didn't want to live in the utopia if the utopia was only so by being the opposite. And as I lay in this open grave, bound, gagged, and having dirt shoveled over top of me. I can only think of one thing, and it isn't why, it isn't how, it wasn't who, or where, or what. It was freedom, death wasn't my only way out, and I never wanted it to be so. The greater forest outside of this utopia was my way out, but the bubble of hate that surrounds me, I never penetrated. So as I lay in this open grave there is a smile on my face, and tears dripping down from my eyes. Mixing with the dirt, as I am with the earth. The grave is almost filled now, and the only thing I have left for people to remember me is my hopes and dreams. I have laid them down before every person in this world, and hope that each one of them tread very lightly.
Very Very Lightly.
Thats all I can come up with. But to the actual song. Its quite amazing, it brings an image to my mind and just adds detail, drama, and emotion to it. I wish there were more songs like this.