This is a ballad;

a ballad for the weak.

For the ones to afraid;

to stand on their own feet.

This is a poem;

a poem for the scared.

Who think that no one;

will ever care.

I come to tell you don't loose hope;

that you will find a way to cope.

You will be strong and fight someday;

even if now your world is grey.

When there is no one I will love you;

and I will make you happy, too.