Missing

Running away from the reality
From my essence, from all that I've been...
Running away through verdant fields
Through coloured expanses, through places already seen...

Maybe, there'll be again a kind of bond
Between my wandering soul and all that I've done...
There'll be again a kind of bond
Inwards...

Flying away from my philosophy
From my real nature, from all that I've been...
Flying away through luminous skies
Through reassuring plains, through spaces already seen…

Maybe, there'll be again a kind of bond
Between my wandering soul and all that I've done...
There'll be again a kind of bond
Inwards...