Raise the storm the other way, he said
We've been walking over these frozen lakes, way too many times
Our bodies cannot lug the load around anymore, we're too damn tired

We are surrounded by thick skin, all cracked up and dried out
It makes it hard for us to say goodbye to something that we call our own destiny

We fly without our wings, this time, as we are not bound to the earth
Feeling as one with the air that feeds us
We dissapear into a vague stream of wind that connects the beginning with the end
Embarks silence with sound...

We are a hurricane, we are a childs wistle in an empty room
Spitting fire across the desert sands, reaching two thousand miles over the hills of tomorrow

I do believe