On my way
I hear the voice, which calls my name
I close my eyes and raise my hand
Assuring you I'm on my way
I spread my wings in eastern wind
I know you've never meant to stay.
My curiosity and greed
Keep me flying on my way
And I don't need no dimes and gold
And I don't need no words to pray
'Cause all I want is change the world
So look at me:
I'm
On
My
Way!!!
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