The wind blows harder, and it carries me with it,
to journeys unknown, and a fate unsure.

Should the wind blow me away and off course,
will I find the way home?
Or be carried and tossed, pushed and be lost forever with it?


A fate unsure, but wings spread, ready to fly.
The horizon beckons, and I cannot wait.
A leap, a jump, and I must take it
though I know not what awaits on the other side


Shall I fight it and cower, embrace the earth?
Or run and meet its beckoning gale...

I must fly free, I must jump, leap and soar!


Where I land I do not know,
my fate's unsure, my destiny unknown,
But I will follow where the wind blows,

I must love, I must loose, but in the end I will live,
live and be free!