Journey

Over the hills and far away,

I search for myself along the way;

Where I rest is not my stop,

Where I stop is not the end;

The journey has just begun, my friend.

Along came the wind,

Around came the water,

Nature is refuge,

The sky is my shelter.

I leap over the mountains, one step at a time,

Reaching for the stars, leaving the earth behind.

Everything is within my grasp, and a fistful of fate;

I begin my descent inspiring love and hate.