PISUHA My Own Map

Beloved PISUHA is in place…
I don't need someone else's compass. I draw my own map

I erased the traces on someone else's lined field
A broken compass flew into the roadside mud
I take a step by my own undiluted will
Laughing above this deaf and heavy road

My wind tears the locks off rusted doors
I drink this speed, and blood beats stronger in my veins

I tear the fog! I break through the route
My stubborn roots will rip through foreign ground
I'm not afraid to stumble and step into mad ice
My every broken step is a wild leap forward

Heavy sand sweeps over yesterday's shadows
A cold moon lights my personal fire
I won't fall on my knees before this path
I finish our long and furious fight right here

My wind tears the locks off rusted doors
I drink this speed, and blood beats stronger in my veins

I tear the fog! I break through the route
My stubborn roots will rip through foreign ground
I'm not afraid to stumble and step into mad ice
My every broken step is a wild leap forward

I strike the stones, striking hungry flame
A needle breaks through the tight, frozen thread
I tear this map with cold, furious hands
I'll make this road serve me faithfully instead

Cold dust settles on the abandoned key
A deaf echo gets lost in the dark forest
I see my path through black, torn clouds
I'll carry this road through sleep and fog

I tear the fog! I break through the route
My stubborn roots will rip through foreign ground
I'm not afraid to stumble and step into mad ice
My every broken step is a wild leap forward

I will never stop halfway