The Winged Sailor

I used to hear this music Without knowing its origin Or meaning. I was closed like a tomb. Nauseous dreams trapped inside this brain were Waiting for the souls to breathe Again. I was a fool, and still I am, But the curse has become a gift. Watch me falling in every rift, Though don't worry, it's just a Shove. The dark may reign above the mist. A name, the colors flow in my veins And find their way in my domain, Feeding my kisses and my Fist. And there's nothing to be afraid of Anymore. ’Cause I am home. Yes, I am home. Wherever the wind is blowing, I feel at home. I feel at home where I can feel the Breath of mom. I was a stone, and I swear I had A universe's weight inside. The burden's gone. The stone has turned to feathers. Never Lonesome, never lonesome. Endless ghosts dance around me. A winged sailor on the winds of home, Far from the spears and arrows of time. Look, it's cracking below And burning. There's nothing. There's nowhere to go. See, the dust always wins. And houses and cages, They're building their lives with barbed wire. Even shades are stifling. No, No. And I am home. Yes, I am home. Wherever the wind is blowing, I feel at home. I feel at home. Endless ghosts dance around me. Yeah. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. No. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. Spread them. No. No. No. No, No, no, hey. No, no. No, no, Hey. No, No. No.