"There still some pain in ma legs.
And some sand in ma hands
that em  playin with.
Wishing too see somethin other than ma dark shadow.
Bt its  too late ,
lookin for a  life
but
Finally wind  has its  own sound .
And I have lost smell of mine.
 don’t remmber
When I  start ed walking.
Still miles to go before I find maself"