My inspiration, my master.
My inspiration, my master.
Dear diary,
When I think of walking, you let me run.
When I think of running, you let me crawl.
When I think of flying, you keep me with my both feet on the earth.
When I think I've failed, you let me see that you're shaping me.
When I allow you in my life, you revive the artist in me and show me that you're my inspiration.
