Rockbell
If you'll notice, this town itself
actually breathes;
Papa and mama fighting,
sigh,
it's an everyday event
I can't walk with the others to school,
which I don't much care for;
sometimes rocks come my way,
so just a little behind, I trot, trot, trot...
Classes are a bore,
so I slip out at noon;
in the sweeping breeze,
I blink anxiously...
If there were a world without me,
it'd be another world that spins the same
There's a hot husk stuck to me,
so I shed it and head to an unknown town
The sights seen, the scents smelled,
the sounds heard and bitterness tasted,
it all seems the same, but
if it's not, then tell me how!
Even at this age, I'm still patted on the head
I'm not exactly happy about it,
but I do want snacks
Napping beside mama, who nodded off,
I dreamt everyone was gone,
and was straight awake
I felt suddenly uneasy;
half-weeping, I shook her;
her body's too warm,
her breathing's too strained...
Can she not hear my voice?
She's not making the faintest reply
"Help!",
I run outside to find,
but for my shouting and crying, no one cares
This hand of mine is no use,
so papa slaps it away, glaring;
the look in his eyes, I'm sure,
was telling me I'm not wanted...
A full course of emotions
felt all at once,
so let it drop as one
Leave behind another "I"
to a madder red sky,
as the rain lifts...
Clear skies,
so I dashed off with my fur,
not once looking back
A glass of spilled milk won't just refill,
so there's no use crying over it
In sights seen, in scents smelled,
in sounds heard and bitterness tasted,
this new town is just a little chilly,
but that's fine...
Hey, what's your name?
Don't you have friends to play with?
Do you have a family?
Is that right, well...
I'll walk with you, then
These hands of mine are no use,
but are warmly stroked by yours
I told myself I wouldn't cry anymore,
but I guess not - so hold me...
Hold onto me tight...
guitar: Kaizokuou bass: Shito
Illust: Chachagoma Movie: Emumelo