[Rsandee]

Blind boys don't lie
Watched by ravens, through his third eye
Born in the north, where all feels cold
Nimble and quick, naïve but smart
Climbing over the rooftops, never choosing the easy route
What you have seen is what you didn't have
Having fallen from high hopes and cloud dreams
Wondering of where to go from here
Deciding while looking for a hand to hold
Looking at the shattered mirror of your old self
Peering over the horizon to who you will be
Does a bird need a map to fly?
Does nature need a compass?
Drifting away on the timeless stream of life
Time heals all woes
Even if you are lost at sea in the moon's embrace
I will always find my way home
Eventually