So far the waters of my life became somewhat...
But lately, they sway from side to side...

I,
Simply...

And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...

My heart is a graveyard
where ghostly feelings rest...

I want the sun to be as bright as you,
So I may see you every morning too...

When the stars appear to lose their shine
do not forget, they are far away into the sky...

Scattered around a field of daisies
a little bird, without a fear...

It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...

A man once said
the truth is...

I wanna go
where the page is white...

I won’t break.
I’m not a stick...

like birds fluttering their wings
against strong winds...