Above the highest roof.
My life is all about fighting.
To show what i am made off.
To reveal the power i pres-seed.
Running true my blood.
It's just like i am flying,
frightening,
but hidden lightning.
Energie waves i can't control off,
stuff,
like nature love.
The things that i pres-seed,
fleed,
but finally i can breath.
I know it's in my blood,
i got the spirit heart,
just needed a push up start.
Now i'm reaching sky,
level,
far greater,
stronger,
even the devil,
is asking me why?
But i'm still thinking,
why so sad?
You thoughts are sinking,
deep in your head.
You're just another fool,
that thought could used me.
But you're just a tool,
and sending me free.
But know i see,
there is no we.
And now i am free,
i'll hope you suffer without me.
I could be your mountain.
I could be your ocean.
I could be your lighting.
I could be your star.
But not again,
all the commotion.
It made me hiding,
at the local bar.
But i am just sailing,
just by myself.
Cause she was just playing,
girl number twelfth.
But i do not care,
a play along.
Maybe it isn't fair,
but it is making me strong.
Strong in off,
to face the truth.
With this kind of stuff,
i'll go far above the highest roof.
-Stralende pijl, vanuit de buurt van Venetiƫ-