| End! |
| I will feel the world,
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| But I will be, but I will be just a step a step closer to complete what I began,
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| Feeling free to have a look at my past.
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| Looking for traces I left on the road during my walk,
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| I always used to walk alone,
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| I used to look for something to put my foot on and let me jump.
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| Cause I want to let my wings be open,
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| I want them to be free to fly me higher and higher over the ghosts,
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| And let, let the shades reduce around me,
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| Let me float my hand on the book.
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| I feel under the fingers a few letters and tree stones,
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| I feel like a glow-worm that tries to cross the thick fog,
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| As I try them it tries to face it by its light, by its light.
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| It hardly opens the eyes not to being hurt by the cold air outside,
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| It hardly opens the eyes cause it’s afraid of what it could be there.
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| But I’m I am here and I am looking for traces
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| Left on the road during the long flight,
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| I was alone, the aim I seek is closer now
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| But this is not enough,
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| Cause I’ll find bent hooks and little stones
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| But no brightness, no clarity.
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| I feel something down the head and
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| I realize that what I seeked was there,
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| My finger like my eyes,
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| My eyes flows on the paper but searching for it
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| Something burns out in me, x2
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| Cause when my fingers flow greedy until the full stop,
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| I felt slightly in relief on the paper,
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| After the first, two other full stop. |