En média : Maybeshewill - He films the clouds, pt. 2 

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Maybe she will get over it, one day

Release her anger, and throw it away

Loosen her fists, lower her guard

Keep her head up to go onward.

Reach her goal and gather her hope

Walk on a wire, on a long tight rope

Shoved by the winds, high above the ground

Progress step-by-step, without looking around.

Empty her head, chase out the dark thoughts

Focus on one thing: go through the blackouts

Get over the troubles, forget them wisely

The good and the bad, sort them calmly.

She looks at the arrival, sweaty and smiling

It is finally here, just need some daring.