Liberty

I'll take my FEARS of the future, and my REGRETS of the past. Put them in a crystal ball made out of the finest glass.
Shatter it.
And I'd just keep crashing, crashing, crashing it in my palms. Until it turns to sand.

Then, I would use that bloody sand to make a castle. On the beach. For the sea to wash it off.

All that - so I could celebrate the moment, clapping. To life. To love.