Used to fall used to rise to bide my time
Without bewailing I’ll spread my wings and fly
Faraway from the betrayed days of life everyone spent
Made by lies I refuse to walk beside
Used to fall used to rise to bide my time
With my hearth never anchored I’ll fly
Faraway from the quicksand everyone has built on
I’ll find reborn myself refreshed myself renewed

Roaming everyday in a shamanic dance
Is easy to lose the scent
Enraptured from the glowing things
We engrossed in enlisting in sense’s hypnosis
Ensnared in man’s sketches
As prisoner caught in a trap
As “drowning man will clutches at straw”
I dig into myself to born again

When sea foaming in the white
is nurtured by the silver wind
The shifting of air ploughing the waves
Is starting on the storm
As a sailor in open sea
Event thought dead tired hoists the sail
I’ve gripped the wreckage I was sitting on
Everyday to grind what I was

Wandering away by the smell of innocence
Daily we lose the path we start falling
Crumpling our story shadow ‘re fading in the backlight
Through the crease of crystal gazing we have to search
I’ve scanned my horizon the scale
Is turned by what I would dare to make of myself fate
I’ve broken all the chains my fate
Is turned by what I would dare to make

Tailored in bright new clothes
I’ve climbed the void to recollect
Pieces once were separated
That are warming my soul
To feel myself renwed