Awoken. Death Or Glory. Five Arrows. Zeneszám

In light of all what came before;
a canvas made of tides.
Always, the sun will rise.
Now it?s you and me.

Since you came along,
nothing has been the same.
I found hope in everything.

Struggling for breath,
content in this moment,
wrapped in the warmth of you.
What else is there to say?

But thank you for being there.
Thank you for being you