red torii gates separate the sacred engraved with kana names I step on the stone tiles reinvent myself by praying to every god I have never believed in donating all the coins I have to shrines the omamori will protect me with pretty ribbons, silk, and wood their birds guide to understanding converting lies into truths before me their paper songs a tender kindness and there is courage within me even as my voice turns to melody my words spill out a tune the temple walls hum a chorus of veracity, louder I have come to realize the importance of moral authenticity within me your gracious decency, divine delicate gentleness with my fragility from shattered pieces I rebuild recollect myself and rise stronger the sakura blossoms melt the tide rises up the torii compelled by a cold moon wooden birds take flight away and I return solid and true