The cold wind and its secrets
Holding on to a cold wind, even thou I can't feel anything.
I'm sorry for my misbehave, I'm sorry for my fails.
I'm not close to being perfect.
Clear red blood is pumping thru my veins.
I love the cold wind, it helps me think, even thou I can't feel anything. So many say, that life's a mystery.
But I think life is like an open book.
You just have to take the courage to open it and turn the first page over, and before you know it.
You have reached the last page.
Don’t be scared, feel the wind, hear it to. It has secrets that no one knows.
You want a secret? Then listen, so it can tell you what life has to offer.
//Mimmi