(Musical Introduction: Acoustic guitar arpeggio and light piano notes) [Verse 1] The spirit wanders and roams, A poet on a tightrope far from home. It treads so many endless ways, Lost paths of forgotten days, Small, neglected trails that last, Surging from a buried past. [Verse 2] The spirit is wild and unbowed, Traveling free without a passport allowed. Father of humanity from the start, Bound to the present and past by heart. All cherished like jewels so rare, All extraordinary and fair. 🪕 [Chorus] (To be sung with warmth and deep breath) (Music builds up: soaring piano and light percussion) On the tightrope of our destiny, The spirit rises, unwavering and free. Between the earth and the light above, It turns the void into a prayer of love. Secret companion, night walker through time, Here comes the tightrope walker’s stride! [Verse 3] Reality, down-to-earth and austere, Creativity, knowing no fear, Utopia, taking all in stride, Imagination, radiant and bright, The Dream, lifting us to the sky, Fantasy, spreading joy as time goes by, The Fantastic, enigmatic and unique, Thought, tamed and free to speak. A poetic brotherhood, one of a kind, All born from the forbidden fruit aligned. 🪕 [Chorus] On the tightrope of our destiny, The spirit rises, unwavering and free. Between the earth and the light above, It turns the void into a prayer of love. Secret companion, night walker through time, Here comes the tightrope walker’s stride! [Bridge] (Tempo shift, very poetic and acoustic slowdown) A cultivated spirit, wild and free, That is the true path to liberty. It leaves beautiful marks along the way, Ignoring dead ends day by day, Sorting the wheat from the tares, He is the Creator, the truth he shares. [Final Verse] He is the light of the morning sun, A breath honored by everyone. Secret companion, night walker through time, He grants his peace at the day's decline. 🪕 [Final Chorus] (Musical ensemble at its peak, then decrescendo) On the tightrope of our destiny, The spirit rises, unwavering and free. Between the earth and the light above, It turns the void into a prayer of love. Secret companion, night walker through time, Here comes the tightrope walker’s stride... Lighting up the path we tread For a brighter day ahead... (Outro: The piano and guitar notes gently fade out on a suspended note)
