It’s a place of anger.
It’s a place of redemption.
It’s a place of forgotten dreams that taste like forever.
It’s a place of hope, it’s a witnesse’s heaven.
It’s a place for the blind,
A place for those who are awake.
A place for those who mind,
The chaos or some peaceful lake.
At then end, at the end,
It’s all different, it’s all the same.
It’s some weird blend.
Between virtue and insanity’s shame.
But always they go together.
It’s not what you understand.
It’s not always about what you wanna cover,
And no matter what, it’s about the one who can stand.