The Prophetess

I am still walking, walking, walking... Where to, I don't know, yet. I entrust myself to you again. And, as on thin fragile ice, I am still walking, walking, walking... I am still walking, walking, walking... In a stream of days, in a circle of events. And more I explore the more interesting sense I get, No matter if it's a pleasure or a trouble. I am still walking, walking, walking... And even if my Land is too far away And my Distant Island is behind the Seas, I will leave my look of sadness In a Maze of my night dreams. I will dissolve my trouble with my hands. I am walking to you, my Prophetess... I am still walking, walking, walking... l pass the strangers faces. I do not sleep at night at all. I steal my night dreams from my time. I am still walking, walking, walking...