Burning and churning and turning,
And glowing and growing, and showing the way...

I'm here again
The scattered pieces of who i am...

You stand on the edge,
Of the highest of cliffs...

Fly out, away from troubles,
Run away from fear...

Pictures that do not portray;
The ink-less pencil drained...

I stand ashamed;
burdened by this guilt that holds me down...

Let me dance in the skies,
Soar on wings of faith...

Who am I,
Without a thought...

I'll tear off these robes,
And throw down my crown...

Counsillor and friend,
The beginning yet the end...

Here I am. This is me.
These scattered shards of this broken heart...

Mom,
I know you'll always watch me...