Who am I dear father?
Where do I belong...
Chances
The love...
Oh voyager, Oh voyager
Who ventured out to sea...
My mind is hostile
It knows only...
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...
It's an internal battle
One of heart and soul...