Master Of My Soul

Where are those times The years gone so fast Time to get out of leash Shall walk my mind away let fly between and with all stars. Away from suffocating cold one that keeps drenching my lungs in pain I know now there's no chance to accommodate, finally found my 'when': My soul, is not a fake nor slave my song was meant to fly have found a way to be myself again to put me back as one. I learned how to eat pain on bread it taught how to forgive, forget such place full of solitary memoirs Should I leave them unread, untouched, to decompose! ? I need to search no more for shiny star Why would I? I- could- be- one! Discovered how to be free, to fly There are so many other stars Each day one could inspire new life new smiles new start could grow more hearts on fire... Life to become my real love no more dead end... My life shall be no more a beg I will own nothing but my soul. have found a bigger happiness true life is way more than the casting mould of self... The master of my soul is me -and me? ...Oh... Universe is what one day we all shall find us be...