In the phase of reality

I´m now seeing the sun

In the shadows

of another Valley

the destruction lurkes

with a loaded gun

The black symphony

also known as the past

Deeply carved memories

hidden

~at last~

Closing the door

to a life known before

Never wanting it to

be opened again for sure

It takes so little

to bring a memory-flash back

Guess I´ll always suffer

from self-confidence-lack

But still

I do consider myself a winner

~after all~

Cause I survived

and I rised

And I´m still standing

holding my head up high