In my dreams there’s a road
leading to a wrong place, as you surely know.
But this time I will cry
cause my finest hour is coming.
Planets will bow down to me, you will see.
Day by day while they sleep
I’m gonna be stronger; feel the incoming tide.
There’s a chance to find my way
when the old books have no meaning
I’m beginning a new race, it’s not late.
So I asked a wise man whether fortune was born
under the moonlight or into a big hole.
He couldn’t explain it to me, he found no words.
From now on I will trust my thoughts.
It’s time to fly, it’s time to face
the horrific colours of an unfriendly sky.
Defying a landslide is not a great plan,
but I have no reason to be a common man.
You know a loud thunder is calling on me.
From now on I will shout how I feel.
It’s time to fly, it’s time to face
the horrific colours of an unfriendly sky.
Like a rock I’ll resist
the power of blindness; remember, don’t give up.
If a haze blurs my path,
like a candle in the darkness
I will shine until the end, the brightest end.
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