I’ve been strong before without the lift of anyone.
I can stand on my own, before somebody’s helping hand.
I believe on my own judgment than the world commands.
And I know how to disguise beneath, to each and everyone.
I grew up independently without knowing how to survive,
I could ran myself journey though my life is unbalance.
I prefer to behold on what they do overlooked inside,
But I’m still looking for, what was the missing line.
The silhouette of my soul is a labyrinth in the dark.
This lament’s perverting the quintessence of my heart.
My lips are non-committal to deliver pantomime.
I’m yearning for the presence I’ve never felt when you’re alive…
Father, bring me to light…with my panoplies.