Never explain myself to anyone. Because the person who understand you doesn't need it, and the person who don't always pretend to believe it..............
In the end of time
There was a man who knew the road
And the writing, was written on the stone
in the ancient time
An artist led the way
But no one, seemed to understand
In his heart he knew
The artist must be true
But the legend, of the rent was way past due