The dark soul of his own mind,
A lone wolf of his own kind,
Searching something to find,
With closed eyes see to be blind.
He departs on a journey,
As the wind may blow the wild weed.
In the world he does his learning,
Feeling joy or pain and hurting.
He's a child and a hero,
He chants his only motto:
Every freedom to know,
Just move and always go, go, go!
Out is the only passage,
Possibilities are massive,
He lives hard, he is active,
The unknown is attractive.
In every war he's a fighter,
Upon the Earth to make it brighter,
Eagle's claw and feather lighter
Flying ever higher.
But now he's gotten turned out,
Experience has burned out,
So calloused hear his loud shout:
Wander outlow hopeless about!
An earthen prison,
Dripping blood from all the wounds I'm given.
It's Outlaw livin',
Self exile, alone wherever I'm driven.
Locked in a prism.
Locked in a prism... |
