A personal legend forms from a dream
A recurring one draws my path
So I look up to my Source of Strength
And leave everything else behind
Dear ones, dont take it personal
Love will never keep us from our dreams
On the contrary, it provides the columns for them
Upon the terrace it awaits for a succesful return
Somehow I lose faith
Change, lessons, and life get in the way
My heart's language I no longer recognize
Among the tears I cry out
Lost in the desert, the well of life has hidden itself from me
And as such, my treasure is buried, along with my heart
It wasnt long ago I embarked on this journey
An adventurer with an endless road, an excited heart, few coins, but rich in stories and essence.
What went wrong? I no longer feel the breeze. Yet the wind is there
Suddenly, a whisper gently reminds me where I come from
As it points out the location on the map where the ink ceased to trace
It is you, the path I thought I had lost
No need of paper, the guide is engraved in my heart
Im still on my way, still in a desert
But a mirage finally reveals my heart's desire
Somehow I'll get there. No codes or riddles
It is complex, yet it doesnt surpass these words
Because it is in the most basic elements of language
In the silence of the wind, that He speaks
Him - The source of love, wind, treasure, and Legends.
