On a slate of tiles I lay
Each roll came with a consequence
A crack here and there to pay for each move I made
I didn't know how far i could go before I got broken
Fragile was I in the hands of the world
I dread the day my shield would be broken
A day I'd be vulnerable before the world
Like the sunset, it creeps in
And i could see the shadow of my fears-face to face
Like an egg I yearn to be heated
To make me fragile from the outside
But hard in the inside
A day where I'd be free to roll with no consequences
A day when all my fears would be gone
and I'd lay on the hard slate- with no fears anymore.