We, the few, would like to have a break in the last remaining silent paradise on earth
I've been given a ticket
But with no return
I got to tell everyone it's finally my turn
I got to pack all my stuff
Into a tiny box
All the choices will be tough But I won't take my clocks
Got too many emotions
I fear the “overload”
I don't want to pay for it... I don't want my back... bowed!
Now I'm leaving
Where I can
Draw my prayers
Into the Wild
Where I'll be feeling
That I could
Built my own shelter
Into the Wild
I'm not a storyteller
But a dream(s) owner
I've not invented my fall and my kindness killers
I got a secret Ocean
Gotta protect it
A virgin space in between all my nervous heartbeats…
And I will seek my S.H.A.M.A.N.
No one will stop me
I will seek it everywhere even in the doomed fields…
Now I'm leaving
Where I can
Draw my prayers
Into the Wild
Where I'll be feeling
That I could
Build my own shelters
IN – TO – THE – WILD
Where's the field?
Where I can
Draw my prayers
Into the Wild
Where I'll feel
That I can
Build my shelters
IN – TO – THE – WILD
Now I'm leaving
Where I can
Draw my prayers
Into the Wild
Where I'll be feeling
That I could
Build my own shelters
IN – TO – THE – WILD
Name a place
Gimme one hour and I will be there
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