I lost myself in time
My eyes became red when
lost to tears
My ink became blood
Living my life in the margin
With many metaphor to prove it
I got my head in the clouds
May the sun shine tomorrow be
The solid proof
May the fresh air from oceans
Establish it
I could see my reflection in the sky
Not to let my doubts go,
May these scars bless me
After all these might be to test me