The hell that he walked through.
The thorns that he's stepped before.
The reality that once broke him.
The nightmare that's always haunting him.
The sky that always seems so dark to his eyes.
It's all has stopped.
The hell became heaven.
The thorns became roses.
The reality became utopia.
The nightmares became dreams.
The black sky once again turns blue.
"Why?" somebody ask.
"She's back." He said. With a smile. And tears from his eye.
He's happy.
The utopia he once dreamt of, has become true.
