Voice of cicada
And horns of passing train
It's a silent midnight
But with lots of noise inside

Noise of trembling footsteps
On a slippery path
Wounds of falling and
Fear of falling again

Noise of breathlessness
Of running
Falling
Crawling
Standing and falling again

About to give up on the journey
Of self love, of dreams, of passion, of love

And a cool breeze passes
Holding a calming aroma,

As I breath I hear a rhythm
Deeply playing in my soul

Which shuts all noises
Heals all wounds

And I start walking forward
With a priceless hope
Of adventure and self discovery.