The Distant Call - Poverty's No Crime

I have seen a thousand dreams

Believe me they were real

I have touched the skys in foreign lands

It seemed as if they were friends of mine

Do they belong to me?

I made my days with hands embraced

While shadows cover the way I go To get the choice to choose my place

Reminds me of what my father said:

«You don’t belong to me»

Do I belong somewhere at all?

How many roads how many dreams

Led into the night?

It’s getting so hard to find!

End of a mile — the start of a new

No one is immune

To the longing for other lands

It’s an odyssey it’s my own desire

Do I have roots to return to?

Certain skys and secret ways

All the things we don’t understand

We waste our lives and sell our dreams

But were we do belong I don’t know

Do they belong to me?

How many roads how many dreams

Led into the night?

It’s getting so hard to find!

End of a mile — the start of a new

No one is immune

To the longing for other lands

It’s an odyssey it’s my own desire

Tell me where I do belong…

How many roads how many dreams

Discover the truth and bury the lies

It’s not the same to be where your roots are

Or just anywhere