Apple blossoms burst
trees carry beautiful weight...

I have grown patience
regained my strenght...

I have prayed at some run down places
neighborhoods who were not safe...

There is no escaping
my body has gotten tired...

Death is not an option
it's a promise...

Since the beginning of time
wars have been fought...

I know what it is like
to have someone in my life...

A season
where pinetrees are fully dressed...

You can hear them whisper at night
they do have a voice...

Life represents itself in many different colors
darker shades are meant for me...

I have flown through thousands of winds
broken my wings...

I've been stirring around
this crowd of false pretense...