Let the Clouds run out of water,
See that Wind takes his air back.
Tell the Sun she's to go black,
And the Stars that they may falter.

In drought I shall not thirst!
Hither shan't I suffocate!
Despite the dark I will come first!
The skies won't decide my fate!

I've learned from Eagles the rails to captain,
And from the Wind Steed the steppes to soar.
I've learned from Dragons to climb up mountains,
And from the Lotus to bloom from blood.

Orange-clad Monks taught me how to spell love,
In lands where once in rouge hatred was forged.
As the Gibbons I flew in canopies of evergreen,
Ambrosia be the fruits I tasted from their trees.

I journeyed far in a kingdom of smiles,
And bent both my body and my mind.
Where Elephants stomped I worked the soil,
Sweat and tears were both my toil.

Let the Clouds run out of water,
See that Wind takes his air back.
Tell the Sun she's to go black,
And the Stars that they may falter.
For lo! I've learned to live anew,
And a-journeying, my soul, it grew.

The Hearth it calls me in the distance,
Long I've longed to see its glow.
Yet I know now there's no hindrance,
Between my feet and the Road.
I'll settle now, won't grudge time that's gone,
My heart knows, more adventures are to come.