Apr 2017
I once sat on the other side of this hill.
All I could see was the dream,
the thick clouds, the burning colors.
Now I'm here. Now I made it.
And the calm is harder to bear than the storm.
All I could see was the dream,
the thick clouds, the burning colors.
Now I'm here. Now I made it.
And the calm is harder to bear than the storm.
