© Artimis Deanargo
I hear the wind calling my name,
a sound so strong that it leads me home again,
The beast in me roar to reply,
its in vain,
for others do not reconize my authority,
I'm a nomad by heart,
I search to find the birth of the wind,
while I search,
I do my sin,
no greater feeling catching the wind.
How do I do this? My tune up dode challenger or a Harvey Motorcycle.
The beast in me reflect,
the beast I ride,
the shore of the ocean tide.
Tide is pulling my emotion,
time is in slow motion,
The winds calls again, when do I stop, I have a feeling I'll know, when times up..