Father Sky
I believe
I believe it's time to go
Leave aside what you thought belonged to you
Walking on a broken glass,
Confronting a bull without horns,
There is nothing to find here,
This is not your home
I want to show you where I belong
Far from this world
There is a tree of hope,
This is my home
A place where you can breathe all alone
My tree hears and feels, gives and heals
And speaks to your mind...
Time for a change
I recall...
You search too hard to find back your way back home
What kind of shelter are you looking for?
Are you comfortably hypnotized in your own space?
Can you leave it out?
I believe this is heaven to me
What might be right to me could be also good to you
Our paths crossed before, I remember
I recognize the child in you