Catharsis: 365 days of poetry

76: you got time to heal.

Taking some time to heal, both hands on the steering wheel, skin made from steel, my love is very real.

Counting sheep, fighting deep for the dream that I weep. Look at me, count the green, we're a team, you and me.

Fight for what's right, the light in the night, shining bright despite of the flaws everything will be alright.

Make it come true, turn what you knew into something new for you to pursue.