If I stand on the rooftops,
I look down at my story.
Anger.
Remorse.
Betrayal.
Joy.
Sorrow.
My journeys,
my adventures.
All that I have been through
is there.
I close my eyes and I try,
I try to remember.
Every detail sinks in,
every detail of my life.
Every second of pain,
every second of pleasure.
I open my eyes,
and my life is before me.
My entire life,
Is in my hands.
