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.