So much years in the frontier
And still breathing
This place is the awesome of the world
Even the land wanted me dead
I remember when ,
The deeper the cold soaked into my bones,
And the rain made footsteps with stings of wonders and pains
I was there a knight casting my role

I am blessed really ,
I watched souls varnish
And as always I dodged the bullets
Kept my faith stronger ,
And my soul brighter

I’m here today ,thanking my ancestors and the one above ,
The road itself was a game of thrones .
But I made it 365 over

My Name is Paris Thulare
I’m the soldier of words
And this is neither the beginning
Or the end of my story .