To the whisper of a breeze, a pathway found its way through morning mists, where valleys…
Who I’m meant to be is a question that lingers, like a shadow that follows me…
deceit seduced meto wield a sword of revengeI was hurricane wind on the back of a white horse…
FEELJust fucking feelWhy are we so afraid?Walking, but hiding as if in plain sight can’t be seen…
I can see you can you see me do you really know my life?