As the chronicles of my life take order,
I finally believe I have reached the border.
I release the pain of hiding under tents to burry soulless bodies,
For life should never be defined as only hobbies.
Greater is he that is in me than he that is in the world.
That is how my faith is fuelled.
My eyes are gifts I open every day,
Who am I to escort blindness and disobey?
With God, you can do wrong, but you will never go wrong.