Crane's-bills garden

Looking for the secrets to ride the "wild horse"

Indeed I got my good views and also bad ones

Riding with no limits I've gathered some scars

And thought I'm losing feelings I'm keeping the hope

I've sailed over high and low tides

And I've found there no time to err twice

I've learned many ways to fly

Some just broke my wings

A few has left me high

I taught things I' better have learned

I kept in mind everything I was supposed to burn

I've build castles in a lot of lands

Some where made of stone, some were made of sand

I searched any place to hide

The safest I found was deep down inside

Losing and winning I knew both of the sides

Bas winners become losers

And good losers become wise

I'm learning, I'm learning each and every day

Sometimes the silence inside speaks louder than the world

Soon I'll try to lose the grip from reality

Maybe in dreams I can be back

Back in my crane's bills garden

I've learned, I've learned and (I) won't leave it away

Just only by the thorn we can't never tell the rose

And he hard times I can't forget I can use to get stronger

Learn to forgive or just let'em go

Virtues and experience

I'm trying my best to keep gardens weeded

I'm making them last