My golden security, burning her flames high up in the sky warming the air,
looking down at my boots, digged into sand and dust,
Kicking up a rock, leaves a little dust cloud which I see dissapear
in the soft tender warm wind, touching my face and dancing with my hair.
I feel, I feel.....so lost and found at the same time,
my jacket feels safe and out of place unknown and familiar
when I take it off, I can feel the the touch of sun on my back,
warming me up instantly, I close my eyes and take the warmth in
I feel, I feel.....lonely and loved in a rollercoaster of emotions
silence and chaos, when I watch the empty dust crossroad and try to touch
the horizon, out of reach and so close to me, so unreachable but wanting........
I feel, I feel.............
Be good, be loved.......
