the proudness stiched in my soul,
so the wind of change cant blow me away,i take a last view back and see the world lost,with the thunder born,i will escape most of my life,will leave my marks between the debris,to find some day my way back,as soon as the daemons disappear in my dreams,my heart filled with tutelary memories,which never lived ,the hope still encased,
one day we really existed,one day we will exist,lost and forgotten from the worlds vision,everything i once owned,will come back to me one day,cause i can see the beauty and the force of the familiar,everytime i look in your brave eyes,build my castle in the air in your believe on the future..and i feel..one day i will find my way back.
not to the ancient ruins of myself,
but to my childhood dreams fraught with auspiciousness..!