I was a believer. But couldn’t believe in me. I wish I had been taught. How to embrace the fears. But Things just come with time. Doesn’t matter if you are not right. As long as you are not afraid to try. Choose to fly. over walk. Head to open field. Where in our bare hands we believe. I felt the anger. In a place where love should be. You showed me how to rot. and I will show you how to live. They say we are free to decide. But never free enough to defy. Like the still of dark. it beats the speed of light. Choose to fly. over walk. Head to open field. Cause in our bare hands we believe. And when you’re looking back to the year. You always look for what isn’t there. Are you in compliance with the feet that brought you here?. I choose to live on the edge. Choose to fly. over walk. Head to open field. Cause in our bare hands we believe. We believe. We believe