The journey begins, Starts from within, Things that I need to know.
The song of the bird, Echoed in words, Flying for the need to fly.
Thoughts endless in flight, Day turns to night, Questions you ask your soul.
Which way do I go? How fast is to slow? The journey has it's time, then ends.
If a man can fly over an ocean, and no mountains can get in his way.
Will he fly on forever, searching for something to believe?
From above I can see from the heavens, Down below see the storm raging on.
And somewhere in the answer, There is a hope to carry on.
When I finally return, Things that I learn, Carry me back to home.
The thoughts that I feed, planting a seed, in time will begin to grow
The more that I try, The more that I fly,
The answer in itself, will be there.
· 1 decade ago