Born in the land of the travelling man,
Stuck in a land where nobody can,
Trying real hard to master my plan,
But something is always in my way,
They said that I, was way to young,
Without the help from anyone,
So I drag my feet and I stumble along,
Making it all up on the way,
Be brave in the face of fear,
But be not fear less,
To live without your fear
Is to live without your self!
These are the written letters
Of a man with inner control,
Born without a purpose,
Just a vessel for a soul,
Born in the land of the travelling man,
Stuck in a land where nobody can,
Trying real hard to master the plan
But something is always in my way,