Sometimes, we have to prove to ourself, who we really are
by letting the little ashes of our soul fall
into the dust
and absorb whats being said

Sometimes, the words of your loved ones may hurt
but behold,
inhale
breath between your bodies
and see,
there is nothing there
no threat
but mere a reflection of you

Sometimes, my love
we have to prove to the world
that we are to be counted with, yes
but the limits, witch we are reaching, to see if they are real
no one can put before you
no one can put them above you
but you, my love, but you

Behold! The days of justice is comming
cups with brims will be no more
for they will be bottomless!
And you, my love
you
will see the truth
will be the truth
and shine above all
in silence