My old soul is what I feature Never asked a reason why Never tried to doubt the nature Only feel the urge to fly I’m a metaphor you might Recognize in times you follow The trajectories of mind In the dimness of tomorrow 'Cause I'm born to find my light Be it deep, or be it shallow Flecks of sun, or moon at night Lantern glimmer in the halo When I’m tired of the flying See me resting in the shade Too much rest may equal dying But I’m not at all afraid 'Cause I'm born to find my light Be it deep, or be it shallow Flecks of sun, or moon at night Lantern glimmer in the halo I must beware of the flame But it’s a joke, it’s a game Instinctively, I take care Before I turn into smoke Only freedom is the cause Of my little fragile life... Flying over, I take course... To the light... to the light...
