Rise of a newer mind marks the end of certain sights but now, passing on the last fence, I thank my life for giving me these highs; where to take the leap
Nothing will be the same as before the storm in which I am the Lord; who rules waves and tides' chaos. Sleeping inside me, ashes of my past are what I will preserve like a precious wonder
Nothing will be the same as before the storm in which I am the Lord; who rules waves and tides' chaos. Sleeping inside me, ashes of my past are what I will preserve like a precious wonder