Reflections of my mind as I left them In the past I buried them Bibliotec of old books holding me back I tore them apart. Cold north wind is blowing, Stars in the sky are shining. Gray days to my tears and sadness comes to wander. In the void of my being I see stars apear Like s strange butterflies Surrounding me On dissipating pace and bringing back to me Awakening piece on what is best inside me. And now I am the best version of me Alowing only to be me Accepting on yesterday Surpassing my pain day after day Now the best version of me Allowing only to be me Accepting yesterday Surpassing pain day after day