The rain is falling over the burning woods that stand against the ones who stole their freedom and proclaimed them as theirs.
And with the winter breeze passing by, she allowed herself to feel again.
I am nothing more than a broken heart, falling apart, walking outside; crying in solitude.
Accompany me to walk on the edge of suffering, let a sigh be our relief. Let the vertigo be our adrenaline and the cold that surrounds us be the shelter of our ephemeral moment.
From my very first breath until my soul vanish in the infinity universe; I won't be more than yours.
You broke the broken, but don't worry. It was my fault for giving you the pieces.
Just like an arrow threw to the sky that's making its way down, looking for a place to land or perhaps just wandering around; free like the breeze, I go, wild and free, made of dreams and energies to be one of kind.
