So many study about anatomy
About the brain, and its devotion to truth
About the heart and its devotion to love
My veins could change color, only i see it with my eyes
I used to think, if i ever bleed again, it'll be for the idea of me i like the most
To be dark is to grow, to shine is to feel
How will i ever teach my daughter
To be still when in love, to be strong when in pain, or just to be when dont wanna be
Because, i want to say, that she owes it to world that she is
Or it would be too much time, too little self
