So it starts with the pauses. As singular and quiet. It's still and it is patient. Intended as it grows. And we go. From sunrise to sun falling. From daughter to sister. Angels to Maria. Our reaching is daunting. But perfectly for each limb. And our mission is joined. With our children returning. There's blood and there's sweat. And there's fears on our [?]. And there's grief in the night time. While the phoenix is rising. Rising high. Leading me always. So this is the morning. We're more keen to blending. We're led by the senses. We're serving our family. We're graced by the tender. We're rocking the empty. We can't help but orient. Homebound's for you daddy. And this small section of the world. It calls me to my highest. To true collaboration. Senses are delicate. And fashion toward the whole. The tales they're high. The vibes they're high. The tales they're tall. My specialty. I am carrying by. This shaky arm. So this is the morning. We're more keen to blending. We're led by the senses. We're serving our family. And these are our sisters. And this our specialty. And this our commitment to whole