| When I was young, I cast aside the shadows of my youth |
| And I lifted up my eyes to the skies |
| I spread my wings, I sailed the seven seas |
| For Glory and all that it seemed |
| And through my love, I passed inside the hallows of my heart |
| And I lifted up my cries to the heights |
| But no one cared, no one even dared |
| And Glory evaded my dreams |
| Now I tell you this tale, this story |
| When I set my own sails for my dreams |
| In the Author of Life I found Glory |
| And the honor and power of my King |
| Now in my age, I’ve looked beyond horizons of the past |
| And I realized that fame was but a thing |
| I wrote my score, I wanted even more |
| And Glory said «No» to my theme |
| Now I tell you this tale, this story |
| When I set my own sails for my dreams |
| In the Author of Life I found Glory |
| And the honor and power of my King |
| Now I tell you this tale, this story |
| When I set my own sails for my dreams |
| In the Author of Life I found Glory |
| And the honor and power of my King |
| And the honor and power of my King |