Breaking bones , to build a life. A life born in coincidence. Like a miss of a bullet, like an apple that was never meant to be born, but fell down from a tree, frozen. The same life is trying to find existence. Identify the purpose, forgetting the past and the lies that has covered it like an anaconda as it struggles to survive, the strangle , the wrath , the frustration, the tears. The truth was already there , but it was vivid reflection that has suddenly begun to become more clear. It is time to start this life new. For that , power and strength is sought after , from the heavens above , from the soul within.