"I keep rain. But it never pours. So I walk till my feet began to soar.

I look up and cup my hands. Where bloods floats from the hanging man.

I drink his sorrows and deafens his pleads. I only take the portion I need.

And when I sensed that I was free. They behead my hope and brought me to my knees.

And burned my flaws as I bleed. Even then they didn't stop until I couldn't breathe.

I lay there bare, with no hands and no prize. They saw my courage and took out my eyes.

Even then I could still l see. The tale of fate destined for me."