When you enter in this vain,
Your only vortex is the fame...

So many things have reached the heart of mine,
So many have devour into past and time...

You start by looking down at me,
Like other times…what do you see...

Birth is what we feel,
Again in this spring reviving atmosphere...

A world that forms by energy and imagination,
From other point of view is just a Gods creation...

An imagine, of that laugh inside,
outside of that that is beyond the mind...

Time, has passed me by,
Thoughts, have blinded my mind...

On the ashes of our youth,
No wind endures a lonely truth...

I hate my self as I’m human,
I hate my self as I’m selfish...

For…the air…to purify…
For… the clearance…of the sky...

Within our hearts of love and hate,
Outside the world, inside this faith...