Cameron's p.o.v
Kind, your heart is as big as an orange.
Back to ashes and dust, your faith and trust in everything returns.
Isn't it strange how conflict develops quickly over time?
How can you manage both a beautiful smile and such fragile strength?
A call to elsewhere, somewhere I can't go with you.
A call to elsewhere, the courage to run and break free from the past, your wanderlust.
Locked up in a cage, you make less noise here.
Slowly, you begin to feel better and turn the page.
You maybe lost inside, but you will find your purpose again eventually.