You are the one with the lighter,
Nurturing the fire,
That lives on Your heart.

I wonder, why do You consider Yourself lucky?

I look at You, and I still don't know what You look like,
You got several, but which one is Your true side?
Are You moderate, courageous or equitable?
Being alive on a different land is unbearable.

I want to know where all Your visions come from,
'Cause I only got Gideon's who believes in the intangible.
You say You are a man of fortune,
Being alive at a different time is a torture.