I woke up to a fresh new morning, I hardly move my limbs A cold winter touched my face, I shivered A new day, a new beginning, so I the few I had, And I was on the road again. I've been for long, seen many miracles, The mysteries of the deep, the cloud seizing mountaintops, The of worlds passed away, and the masterpiece of blooming cultures.
Wherever I walked, life escorted me, wearing different every time, And once in a 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 left something behind, but I've taken with me, My bag is full of memories, each one picked by me, so that I can have 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 painting is not finished. Only for today, for today will it be, as wake up tomorrow again.
I wanted to stop today, again. Sometimes I don't feel changing anymore. Perhaps I should rest, find for a while, as long as peace embraces me with gentle arms, before welcomes. Sometimes it traps me, and I to avoid feeling bad. But then it's already bad. I learned to for the good itself, and wake up like this every morning. I'll a long day again, so it's time It's to depart, this world still has treasures unknown.