When I find myself so sad and helpless, I prefer silence, but I can not hide it hurts.
That was not planned, not what I want, God knows if I will be able ...
I know that nothing is as we want, things work as fireproof, as tests of strength, this is life, this is the game
And where does my desires fit this story? What I feel only matters to me? Is that all?
Until my God? Until when?
In the mysterious ways of fate I'll walk, but one day will even love to be recognized?
