Blackout Argument From Black To Black
I was a hurted one when I lost myself.
There was no sun.
There were no clouds.
Just bitter cold nights.
I thought I was a victim.
I asked myself:
What am I here for?
What can I do to remember my name?
This ship is leaving the harbor and won't come back again.
The wind destroys the anchor.
I don't need it anymore.
Now I know the answers.
Now I know the truth.
The truth about myself.
The truth I learned to love.
Reborn with a smile.
Now I can laugh and say:
'This kid found his way!'
Hungry!
Proud!
Unbroken!
I am moving on!