So why?

Do you think,
that life will always smile?
And the wind won't blow if,
it's cold for you at the nights.
Tiny steps,
in such a fast world?
Who says that, you've got all the skills and all the rights.

After you,
I was always afraid,
I was scared,
I havn't rest at all.
After you,
My eyes were wet,
It was worse and never great.
But with you,
Joy wasn't rare,
And your eyes were a big fun-fair.
After you,
I was the shadow,
a tree in the meadow,
of life.

After you,
The situation wasn't good.
The way of life is points,
about who you are.

After you,
I was always afraid,
I was scared,
I havn't rest at all.
After you,
My eyes were wet,
It was worse and never great.
But with you,
Joy wasn't rare,
And your eyes were a big fun-fair.
After you,
I was only a shadow,
a tree in the meadow,
of life.
So why?