Let the gentle breeze carry me away,
Far from my current state of mind,
Far from the situation at hand,
Let the tender breeze carry me away,
Far from the way I think,
Far from my dogma that stinks,
How does it feel to travel a thousand miles without moving an inch?
How does it feel to stand firm and respond not to d world hitch?
Let my mind go far, far from my body
Let my mind go far, far from where my worries exist
Far enough to places;
Where I get an antidote to my agony,
Where I would v only an option; the best of all,
I say,
Let d gentle breeze carry me away,
Far from my current state of mind,
Far from the situation at hand,
Let the tender breeze carry me away,
Far from the way I think,
Far from my dogma that stinks,
Give me a beat that suit my worries,
Give me a lyrics that would say it all,
Maybe I would give to humanity the melody of my state,
But,
What gave life an irony,
What paradox does life holds,
I ask the tender air to take me very far,
Where all my questions would be answered,
Where I would remember not myself.
Please, Let the gentle breeze carry me away,
Far from my current state of mind,
Far from the situation at hand,
Let the tender breeze carry me away,
Far from the way I think,
Far from my dogma that stinks,
Let the cold breeze carry me away,
Far from where I can perceive my worries :-(
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