It was long back in time
When I was searching for the way that was mine
Forcing my lungs to make my breaths rhyme
As if it would make me fine
I crawled upon the mountainside of my rib cage
Exploring new parts of my soul
Between my bones, a hidden door to my rage
A power I can't control
I wandered towards the brightening end
Collecting stones as souvenirs
For the memories I want to extend
To avoid them to vanish along with tears
