I woke up to a fresh new morning, I could hardly my limbs A cold breeze touched my face, I shivered A new day, a new beginning, so I the few I had, And I was back on the again. I've been travelling for long, many miracles, The mysteries of the ocean's deep, the seizing mountaintops, The ruins of worlds away, and the masterpiece of blooming cultures.
Wherever I walked, escorted me, wearing different masks every time, And in a while I was shown her mysteries, all the cunning games full of riddles, Covered by secrets leading to simplicity, I have found the key to solve the of the way ahead With every step, I something behind, but I've taken many with me, My bag is full of memories, each one picked carefully by me, so that I can them with me all the time. seem to build me up. They paint a picture of a person. Almost like the one I want to become, closer and closer. But the is still not finished. Only for today, for today it be, as I'll wake up tomorrow again.
I wanted to stop today, again. Sometimes I don't feel changing anymore. Perhaps I rest, find peace for a while, as long as peace embraces me gentle arms, before loneliness welcomes. Sometimes it traps me, and I want to feeling bad. But then it's already bad. I learned to head for the good itself, and wake up this every morning. I'll have a long day again, so it's It's to depart, this world still has treasures unknown.