I´ve been here before
floating in the warmth of the current
till it turns cold
deja vu
hot needles pricking cold skin
numb so long
hurts so good...
didn´t know it was dark
until I saw the light
Doors open and close
some keys are meant to be lost
The path winds
what comes next...
Laughter echoes
Tears fall
infused with strength
the sun sets
burning red and orange
against a black sky
Craftmanship of The Maker
The cliff is tall
Trust is never easy
I spread my arms
and jump...
He always catches me
