under my feets the frozen grass,
i walked bare footed but got a scar.

i stopped and looked at it
but then i started walking again.

That scar bled myself away;
i kept walking and didn't stopped.

As, that way was towards my destiny.
Many walls i crossed and left behind.

Many broken wishes were left behind,
to gain something, i have to try.

To do what i was here to do,
to become "me", ' i have to do',
'what i am destined to do'.

'me, me and me is not the dream'
'to be me is what i want to be! '