| The journey begins, | |
| it starts from within, | |
| Things that I need to know, | |
| The song of the bird,echoed in words, | |
| Flying for the needs to fly. | |
| Thoughts endless in flight, | |
| day turn to night, | |
| Questions you ask you soul, | |
| which way do i go, | |
| how fast is too slow, | |
| The journey has its 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 iI 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, | |
| With time will begin to grow, | |
| The more that I try, | |
| The more that I fly, | |
| The answerin itself, | |
| will be there. |