You hold on
Thinking of more...

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

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

Chances
The love...

My mind is hostile
It knows only...

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...

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

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

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