Where's the sense of having
Friends
If you can't show them
Your true soul?
Where's the sense of living
With them
If I pass all day
Trying
To be somewhere else?
Those were the question that drove me
To the main
One,
Under the shadow
Of the tree
In the park:
Do I live with them
Because
I like it;
Or just because I have
No other choices and
I'm afraid
Of being alone?
Fiddler jones: oh well, it's in Raven's POV.... nothing is happening and i feel so bored....