The wind has never been invisible to me
It's everything I need, everything I see
It's the clear direction of my joyous spree
It's the one and only rule I follow to be free.
The ground has never been my friend
It's brutal to break there, but I just won't bend
It's the dangerous consequence of following the trend
It's the close of my journey, it draws toward the end.
The sun has never been a symbol of glory
It's blindingly hot, when in it I'm gory
It's the freedom I've wanted from that wretched purgatory
But it's the very last page, the end of my story.
