Wisdom his worldly gain, dancing away
reaching dreams, riding wild, freely, careless
of mind, blowing silently with uncertainty
no one to sway his way, no one to care.
Once in days when glory reached high
life melted, like water running up and down
where roads go on once in timeless rage
will signs be seen, rolling down leading
no where.
Like a wounded child lost alone, searching
finding, that place you never left, your freeway
running through your system, every day going
on till the day you stop having faith, your dreams
are your freeway running through your heart, you
shall never ride alone as long as you lead a strong
good life, on your way home, with love.
