The journey begins,

it starts from within,

Things that I need to know,

The song of the bird,echoed in words,

Flying for the needs to fly.

Thoughts endless in flight,

day turn to night,

Questions you ask you soul,

which way do i go,

how fast is too slow,

The journey has its time,then ends

If a man can fly over an ocean,

and no mountains can get in his way,

will he fly on forever searching for something to believe.

From above iI can see from the heavens,

Down below see the storm raging on,

And somewhere in the answer

There is a hope to carry on,`

When I finally return,

things that I learn,

Carry me back to home,

The thoughts that I feed,

Planting a seed,

With time will begin to grow,

The more that I try,

The more that I fly,

The answerin itself,

will be there.