My history, the middle; my second is first Footsteps to the riddle, wind and dirt Lady Direction, she wears worn out shoes And Mr. Attention, slips from view I question my answers, I question myself Landslide election, no one else I sit on the ladder, but I'm holding the twine To tie up the matters, to be mine Into this shell, to complete my destiny No one can tell To be awake, what's ahead in front of me Sleep on the rooftop, live in my bed I'm rewinding, what you said Work in the middle, my solitude figth Somehow that decision, don't seem right Into this shell, I secure my destiny No one can tell Awake the love, unfolding in front of me Wrapped in cloud Inside this shell, I create my own destiny Promise to tell Wake to the sounds, reverberate In front of me Wrapped in a could Someday the sapphire, its promise will sing Meantime my direction, slips away (End)