Sometimes i am carried by the wind
Floating along throughout this place,
It carries me and whatever i bring
My hopes and dreams floating through space,
And of the *****-ups i might be the king
Every crime committed, every vice has been sinned,
This is my transition
From waste to gold
Pain to cheer
A place neither new or old,
A place not far away there or close to here,
A place not restricted to any one nation

I'm on the edge but that's where the winds have taken me.