So I fly, far away,
through paths I haven’t dreamed of.
So I call you, loud and clear,
forgetting – I don’t know your name.
Long is my road, hungry my soul,
and I walk on the sands of lost kingdoms.
I have missed you, have I seen you?
I do indeed no longer feel.
And on dwell paths I cannot follow,
on go dangers I cannot face,
on your shadow brightly shines in my story,
born damned to be forgotten one day.