Woorden: Yodelice. Shadow Boxing.

Once upon a shooting star
I was fighting
Blind and somber

Sticks and stones but a scar
Made of lightning
Made of thunder

Like a sun
Shining without a shadow
Like a swan
Sliding without a puddles

Cross my heart hold my arm
I had faith in
Shining armours

Come rain blow winds and war
I was wearing
Flying colours

Like a sun
Shining without a shadow
Like a swan
Sliding without a puddle

Like a horse
Riding without a saddle

Like a curse
Rising without an idol

Like a wreck
Drifting without a paddle

Like a jerk
Hiding without a Jekyll