I sing in riddles.

The voice of an angel, I cannot tell
Light or darkness, heaven or hell
The smile of a believer, wedged and bound
Friend or deceiver, the truth or a lie

She sings in riddles, she sings in rhymes
Say everything and nothing at the same time
Still there's something to loose my mind
She sings in riddles, she sings in rhymes

Words of a poet, in perfect time
With Christians and answeres,
Every verse, every line

But I smile and I wonder, is there a song
I'm not always silent.
Is it right, is it wrong?

Questioned all the time.

I feel older, I think it has something to do with laundry and grocery shopping and distributing Vitamins to coughing peers and making sure that everyone can get home in time and....

I like the change in myself.
In making independent decision,
In solitude,
In challenge.

So this is what studying overseas does to you.