Counted
For the first time
There is something new
Wounded
For the last time
There is something new
Writing is my passion
Only a for a few
Why are you created 143?
Telling you my story, the letter answered.
Without passion
there is no soul
between the lines
Without rational thinking
there is much more
Our wounds becoming transformed
So go back to the roots of suffering
and take it as a power
Maybe only words
can transform the hurts
