Lifted by the spirits of mind,
Holding the dreams very high,
Shunning the wicked desires of mine,
The ray of hope beaming inside my mind.
The bone tickles on the thought of it,
The pupil of eyes grows bigger at sight,
The fingers dance at the tune of it,
Lips are humming the sign of victory.
Uphold my values high,
Don't let it loose so shy,
Naive are my believes,
Let innocence prevail by.
Off I go,
Off I aim,
Often I say what I do.