Precious is recipe. The one that is used propeply, filled with heart of best intentions and wild imagination can never be replaced.
No I can't remember when that started - but not like it shot me,
no other word than some kind of journey, but I was not lonely.
Yes I can remember the reason of prayers - why it so caught me,
very strong fondness for creating, I just needed my story.
It is so simple but still one of a kind,
it opened the door which behind I saw the real me,
Fascination lead me and fulfilled my mind,
all I could recognise was my deep key.
I breathe the air, I look at the birds - little do they know the worth of freedom ?
Behind the window I saw my world - will I ever be able to just withdraw ?
I rather go for an endless walk with no joy or a sun
than forget the real me, my deep key - my MUSIC