I've been leaving pieces of me scattered all around my world, it's a mess I don't think I can clean. I wonder if someday someone will be able to solve the puzzle and meet all of me.
We're living on borrowed time so love it and lose it, doubt it and prove it, live and die on the road, I mean, maybe not literally, or maybe yes, who knows? What I'm trying to say is that we're not here to stay so let's all let it go.
Mysterious wind Moving air in four directions You present yourself in different ways. Sometimes you stand still Carry me over land Cross me over oceans Bring me to where earth ends Sometimes you make me fly Sweet whispers in my ear Lift my spirit up You move everything you touch. Bring tears to my eyes.
Caterpillars evolve into butterflies And my pen will soon stop writing your name Life is hard but the one constant is that nothing ever stays the same.