Manual Of The Soul

In the end we are nothing but stories
Told by twists and turns
We are characters strangely mixed of carnal desires and spiritual inclinations
The question is, are we crawling up or down?

Through mistakes we discover new roads
Through breaking protocol we venture into the deep
Through uncertainties of life we are born mighty
Through condemnation we are set apart

Time or space won’t always weave coherently for the giants
Time in itself is a an illusion
In pleasantness a decade passes as a split of a second
In grief a second is a decade

In the end the faint hearted will be trashed in the dust bin of history
Vast is the recording sheet for legends
Yet few are them who fight the odds
They create the path the rest follow

Be born, be strong, be our joy and live
Live before you die is the story of you the born
We have triumphed the surface of the earth for your birth
Controversial entry is the story of the legends welcome child