Beneath this armor of madness, lies a heart softer than a baby's hand. I ain't tough. I want to love. I want to be loved.

The more I know, the more I know I don't know

The slave, outlaw and king have always been siblings

This is the day prophesied on the wings of the wind before time took its first leap.

Can I go back? To the time before I walked alone with no one to hold.

I've learnt to be grateful for my pain. To crawl on my knees until I can walk on my feet.

The question has never been if I could defend my light. The question has always been if I could fight and survive after the war is won and crows feast on a meal of dead men eyes.

At the bar of memories that continue to bleed and refuse to heal

If love is ever involved, the truth must be always be said even though it hurts

I'll rather fail and fall forward with everything I've got than not try at all