The Spirit guide thee,
Through turmoil and strife.
To seek wisdom,
In my newborn life.

Grow in happiness,
And also pain.
Learn which way to turn,
In the pouring rain.

Spirit guide me,
In sickness and health.
Keep my heart pure,
When I hurt myself.

Keep your hands,
To catch me when I fall.

Keep watch over me,
Guide me through this world.

Ancient Prophecy..
Triggered..
By fate.

Designed...
Written...
For us to believe..
To seek.

The secrets,
*That lie within...

One day I sat by a stream,
The water still.
Like a mirror.

Seeing my reflection,
Reveling in my beauty.
Though it was only a mask.

Everyday I hide true feelings,
Unknown to those I love.
I fear for its surface,
The claws like daggers,
To my throat.

Gazing into the water,
I can see my face.
Eyes of Ashure haze.

From Right to Left,
Two completely different people.
Stare back at me.

What was once beautiful,
Is now hideous.
Beyond comparison.

Changed...
By the mask.
Known as *"Torn.."

Two hearts can create Ying and Yang,
To form the bond,
But both must balance.
To have *peace.

A heart so pure,
Is more dead.

Than a heart stricken,*
With experience.