Inhale,
Inhale;
You wonder when you get to exhale,
Because every time that you try,
You fall;
The sky goes black
And the walls turn back,
To flee;
The nightmares,
From which you are consumed,
Have resumed to their primal
Hunting instincts;
Don’t forget to exhale;
Don’t forget to exhale;
Don’t let the sky turn black;
Don’t bring that period back;
You are living proof
That it is possible to any length,
To feel fragile,
While embracing strength;