Strings of poetry.

And we wade through the dark

Pretending we know the way

"I dont need any help,

I can do this" we say

Why, then, do we expect greatness

When we are unwilling,

To acknowledge our weakness?

Then why should the day become darker

Than before?

Why i pretend live peacefully and to not waiting the core?

Act like a baby born, somehow she ready to fall

To her mother's hand

But you know, you call yourself a winterfall

Fall slowly cz you know i waiting on the land

Freezing like an ice cube

Then melted by the desire

Revolutions need a soundtrack

True, you are not going back

Hold my bleeding hand,

Because i'm affraid to soar

Of this mankind planet and

Love that i found there.