Glass of the windows of worry and pain silently shatters.
The racing heart of troubled soul slows,
and the sensitive spirit once again glows
outshining the foggy mist that leaves life as something unknown.
Suffocating the resonance of a deathly tone.
And although this feeling is only for the moment,
I know that when life tries to break me again, your arms will be my atonement.
For I breathe for that world that takes this world's place.
The one where only peaces harmonizes
When i'm in your embrace.
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