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You see,he spent many years alone 

Never believed in love,never got a family

A child to look after,or a wife to love and protect

One year he met his saviour,she gave him new life 

A second chance but with a dead heart 

He was cold and soulless,they called him a monster 

But oh well...he was grateful at least a monster with a family to belong to

They took that from him,took his last breath 

Can you see now? They made him a real monster...The Ripper 

Drowned in rage,seeking for revenge  

Looking for answers,needing someone to tell him why

Why he cannot have a normal life,why he isn't allowed to enjoy Summer days 

His sky was filled with clouds,raining heavily never seem to come to stop

 You call him a monster,when you made him become one

He was different? so what! aren't we all?

He got tired from all,from trying to explain to people 

So be it,you wanted a monster he will give you one

And just when he was about to give up

The Sun of Summer shone bright outside his shields,this time not burning him

Giving him the warmth he sought for,giving him a reason to open his eyes,to open his heart once again  

Your monster is her saviour,her protector..her one and only

She accepted him,she saw what you couldn't see

She found the beauty in his eyes,wondered behind the darkness 

Waited to see the rainbow with him after the endless rain

She is his Summer, in the cold nights of Winter

She is his Winter,in the unbearable days of Summer

Always with him in Fall,The only flower he wants in Spring

The Monster you made,found his soulmate













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