Rise up.

Into this life journal. To iron on out each wrinkles on sheets.

Higher up we’ll go until we reach our morning star stormy or not

Pink runs of lights to shine

Catching our own morning star.

Waken on up.

To see the sunlight to shine brightly on us

We’ll stand.

On solid ground, and not in sinking sand.

The moment we feel unease from the things that we can not changed

The naked eyes.

But with ABBA

We could do all things through him who strengthen us.

Letting not our hearts to be worried.