It was like jumping off cliff, not knowing my parachute will open.
Scars, pain, bruces and brutal faces today,
you can deny that is something ever happened

Asking him why do I always see another day?
All my surferness gave me strength today.
Right was full of pain, dying was only option left
Everyday living but I had nothing to gain then.

Thanks to my pen struggle I left it on previous day.
Bleeding to a paper it really cues today am okay.

Understanding the world opened my parachute and I enjoyed the ride.
Riding so softly, now the young boy doesn’t hope to die.
Breeze of the oceans whispers to him “just stay alive”.