Here I am
stopped in the start of the road
with my travel bag of wishes
My ancient memory of feats
that in other lives happened
today will be my faith
A long road
draws in front of me
surrounded by holes and trees
The sky guides my path
a soul like compass
destiny comes
I belive in my force
to reach the end
and the victory of wishes
that rules again
Before I should
travel through
learn with proofs
and wisdom
I begin the road
there will be heat and cold
but I never will stop