The eye of my sorrow Will clearly belong to a land of it's own But continues to grasp for new air To see My destiny in a piece of work On the road To settle in a sorrowland Or on the road Miles later what will I've learnt? Look back and remember each sight and vision All that striked me Runs through my land Soon I'll meet another river in the front Before gaining speed a goal must be sat The tunes in my head must burn Those who betray I will possess into fire as well Not ignoring a thing but what's nothing Even ashes are Gold in my pocket