הבלוג של Thunderbird

Mood
SNAFU
(Situation normal, All fucked up)

Cross cannot sail without the cloth,
Which fears the wind to break apart.
Then uses fire, bearing is unknown
To light the way yet burns the stakes.

Divided by the ice, the rays of rainbow.
Ice underneath of which is freezing void
which is the end of all the madness
A certain death without a life, perhaps some chances to reborn.

The key to life is not the cross, the wind, a fancy cloth is not, by sure.
You still can flow into or from the void when no light source is present
On solid ground, you will not drown, yet key of life is water to remain.
Which flows according to the angle of the ground for it is its domain.
Ignite your fire of the passion, to the light your way, to get you warm.

Dont do mistakes of fallen leaders,
with torches running all around,
the tortured minds of fallen heroes,
got fried under the burning sun.