Calling My Name

I hear the wind calling my name,

A sound so strong that it leads me home again,

The beast in me roar to reply,

It's in vain,

For others who do not reconize my authority,

In name,

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,

My destination,

The shore of the ocean tide.

Tide is pulling my emotion,

Time is in slow motion,

The winds call again, when do I stop, I have a feeling I'll know when times up.