All the stars I can count
Are all the words I never found
A broken soul with a broken voice
Ah, how I wish to turn back time, make a different choice
Time… the most precious thing that there is
At least now I know the true meaning of sins
All the swords and knives heaved at my back
As many as the stars above became like a plaque
Betrayed by every soul that I ever knew
Mother, father, brother, lover, and friend, meant to fester a heart so pure
The miracles of meditation, myriad hours of concentration
Maybe a utopia to some, but I attest to a true soul’s salvation
Ruled by mysterious forces and an unbreakable will
To serve, to learn, and expose the errors of what makes one ill
Perhaps one day, all of this won’t be in vain
And if so, my faith remains as I’ve come to know what makes one sane