Feel the night and let the stars embrace your sense, a moment of return, so i walk on and struggle through these fields of my own incapacity, until i learn to live with insecurity read my mistakes A life of breaks of cuts and of despair a life of never ending stories i'll be aware if my world caves in Sacred times, as everything was out of conversation out of doubt and out of fear, in hope to find my own peace, my own way Transitory