The journy home// i dont know the artist thought.....blah
the journy begins, starts from within, things that i need to know. the song of the bird, ecos in word, flying for the need to fly. fought endless in flight, day turns to night,questions u ask ur soul. which way do i go, how fast is too slow, the journy has a time and end. if a man fly over an ocean, and no mountains can get in his way, will he fly on forever, searching for something to belive. from above i can see from the heavens, down below at sea the storm raging on. and somewhere in the answer there is a hope to carry on. when i finally return things that i learn, carry me back to war, the thoughts that i feed, planting a seed, with time will begin to grow. the more that i try, the more that i fly. the answer in itself.... will be there.