My mind is hostile
It knows only...

It's an internal battle
One of heart and soul...

Chances
The love...

Oh voyager, Oh voyager
Who ventured out to sea...

You hold on
Thinking of more...

In times of isle
I embrace her...

Ambitious were the hands
Of a false god...

In slow blissful steps
In tender breeze...

I feel the blood
Course my veins...

To know the softest touch
The reverence of beauty...

If you and I are meant to die
By tomorrows gleaming moon...

Who am I dear father?
Where do I belong...