The awful moment comes into your heart to crush your innocence, struggling to escape from the suspicions.Your internal wounds refused to fly away to find another shelter because they couldn’t forget
The details of yours sins
The details of their tricks .

one day ,
you'll find the hope
you'll find the soul

I doubt in every word I wrote.
I doubt in myself, in my thoughts.

They say,
To write a book is to see the hidden beauty behind the souls.

But blindness took a part of me
And the souls crave to be free

The day I decided to write, is the day I realized how much things I lost. I was trying to be me looking for something unique.

, but in the end
I’m a writer looking for nothing.

My words will not change what we had suffered.
I have no intentions to be with you again.
I want you to know,

It’s hard to look for a unique heart between the fake spirits.
It’s courage to save and sacrifice for true love.
You should see the true love through my little eyes.
You should feel the heart beating when you touch me.
I couldn't believe I'm still alive. All things left and you loved me.

Let us forgive our emotions  
Let us free form ourselves .

We are reckless
We are incurious

We want to stay
To find our way
                                 Oh wait

This is our fate
I know,
It’s too late

Help yourself
not us

We decide as you see
Struggling to be free...

Inside our home
Everything is safe

It's blindness
no mercy
It's foolishness
It's fancy

slowly slowly
I fell down in a deep hole
sorrowful to take this role

Can you hear me screaming, calling to the lost souls?
It's the silence among the walls

Waiting is hurting too
I have no choice either stay or go..