MY SATISFYING WIND.

*The one who enters by the door is the shepherd of the sheep* From bridges, tunnels and vast oceans centered from a death reap It is easy with the decision but vividly difficult in the troops *I assure you: I am the door of the sheep.* *The doorkeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hears his voice* Climbing through tests and surviving chaos From the angle of the visible threats Never forgetting to redirect the threats to whom they melt before *For he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.* *When he has brought all his own outside, he goes ahead of them* Direction, hope, restoration and clarity are in this vast oceans As it was in the beginning reproduces declarations *They will never follow a stranger, instead they will run away from him* *Just because they don't recognise the voice of strangers* Confusion is timid to appear Afflictions depressed to arise For there is a clear voice sharper like a two-edged sword manual From where flows clarity sharper like a run-away fraud derail.