The Journey

He woke up one day with nothing left No idea what goes next All he knew is that the mountains far away are calling He woke up next day still not sure Were should he walk and when to knok On the door of dreams that vanished And not exist, not anymore All he heard is the wind blows his name and calling All he heard is the sound of the stones Of his bones The sound of the river flows The third day he woke up to sounds Of birds who welcomed morning sun He looked up high and realized He needs a guid The fourth day was a bless from heaven When he met the local angel Long brown hair and smiling eyes He knew he found the perfect sign Fifth day then he stopped to count On his way to see the light No one told him its a jurney It will take some time All he heard is the wind blows his name and calling All he heard is the sound of the stones Of his bones The sound of the river flows Next day almost last forever But he couldn't guess the leasson It was only empty road for what is next to come tomorrow Last day he could not believe Theres no answer to recieve You count your days searching for a treasure It's here in you, between your layers All he heard is the wind blows his name and calling All he heard is the sound of the stones Of his bones The sound of the river flows All he heard is the wind blows his name and calling All he heard is the sound of the stones Of his bones The sound of the river flows