Let me picture a paint for you tonight..

The tree grow day by day even feelings glow tear after tear until I do.. come on strong through convince others... that my ideas cannot be wrong, Alas, There are millions like me in this big world out there, then how should I feels precious..  since my type are not rare.
but you know..!
With all those dark shadows in my eyes and beneath that blue fields of silence, i see a reflections of dieing souls, whispering softly in my ears.. "to picture a paint with words, use only your tears"...