Sshan

I am freedom of passion through the longing of a lost love. 

The gentle kiss on the forehead of sin. 

The days wasted at the horizon to gaze a rising sun that bleeds for the hope of deliverance 

In this heart that beats the song of songs and dances to please all the eyes,

All the souls beyond the heavens or deep in holes. 

Throughout the cosmos, throughout the skies. 

Beneath thy skin I make you fly.