I wander, In the search of my existence... I wander, In the search of my existence...

I am here But only my body My sole physical presence My mind...... I am here But only my body My sole physical presence My mind......

The beaks bled Picking the trash And filling The little muscular bag It's tummy. A The beaks bled Picking the trash And filling The little muscular bag ...

Is it sometimes Permissible..... To wander Towards thunder Is it sometimes Permissible..... To wander Towards thunder

I am not allowed here I don't belong to this place I am not allowed here I don't belong to this place

Sometimes I wish to Step out of my world To wander into another world Sometimes I wish to Step out of my world To wander into another world