From The Trenches Of The Deep Sea

You're glad that you're back
Free from confusions
But here troubles come again
Are you ready for it

Some flowers are made of glass
Sparkling and beautiful
Delicate, yet difficult to bend
They bloom in deep trenches
Guarded by crystal swords
Often chased after
And often blamed

In the mirror you're not a beetle
In your song you're not a violet
What sings lullaby to the full moon
Is a silver coated wolf
But they do not see
That you were never alone
They believe that is you
Nothing more than a reflection

You are the one
Who ventures the pitch-black worlds
With a load on your back
But you know
There's a place you can
Take off that mask

An unexpected gentle advice from the White Wind