The night and the wet gaze of doubt are behind the fence of the moments, wings and distractions, if the package of your passion is, where is it? Dont let the flame ignite your house, break your little doll in the mirror frame,
break the pride of the sky, the cage is for you, the old wound of your heart is only the liberation of the pride of the sky, the cage is small for you, the old wound of your heart is only the liberation of the old wound of your heart.
