Summoned By the Past

Once the sun blows its warmth I stood on its breeze Gazing back all the moment Drifting silence in a seek None would bother None be bothered Remain silent should I prefer With persevered steps won't I remorse Most hatred which embedded Spell the bliss to be created Call out all the hopes Revealed the untold Every pieces which has left Each part which has last Be hold in my skin Be history of my win Below my wisdom in the valley of my journey Yet I step ahead Nor reverse to back I stand precisely instead