tis short but its wot am feelin..

I hope it rains when i die - so i can grow again
a tear from your eye - so i can live again
wind blowing from the south - so i can feel again
a breathe from your mouth - so i can speak again
your voice in my ear - so i can sing again
a reason not to fear - so i can love again
an arm on which to lean - so i can walk again
just give me a reason - so i can live again...

infact ill stick in another one here... same length..

This is called "Time To Tell"

I know its time to tell my tale
my secret life i must unveil
to take the leap out of my hole
into the world it is my goal
yet still i stall i dare not tell
that beneath this face they know so well
there lies another that must come out
so that my lie i can live without