GentooPenguin

In the game of Fruits Basket, Everyone must choose The name of a fruit in the basket. There was no way to lose. All the fruits were taken, And then it was my turn. I was named a riceball, And that was when I learned. No one liked me, I was a thorn in their side. They said it wasn't true, But I knew they had lied. In a fruit basket, There is never a riceball. That's why it was my new name, Because I wasn't loved at all. I pretended not to care, And I didn't cause a racket. But I lost my heart and soul, In the game of Fruits Basket.

I was so happy when you smiled Your smile breaks through the clouds of grey Far from the sunny days that lie in sleep Waiting with patience for the spring When the flowers will bloom renewed again Knowing there's more beyond the pains of today Although the scars of yesterday remain You can go on living as much as your heart believes You can't be born again although you can change Let's stay together always

Let me tell you a word, A word of the book of the moon When earth was born Wolfs ruled all And from wolfs were born Humans. Their messengers of the red moon When the flower of lunar blooms May the paradise of wolfs be opened By the wolf of legend His fur as white as the lunar flower His blood as pure as the ocean is blue His pride, Unbreakable even to his own heart He guides the wolfs of brown and gray And to the end is were they are to stay In the end I will tell you now Blood ran free on the snow covered ground As the wolf of black appeared to kill To take the flower And murder it still Though her blood alone is poison,