By our own will, we proclaimed our journey ours,
By our own will, we proclaimed our journey ours,
Whither the winds blow, thither we are bound,
By our own will, we proclaimed our journey ours.
Once, all was ours, a boundless, familiar space,
Once, all was ours, a boundless, familiar space,
But now it seems, within our own home,
We are of another home, a separate place,
Whither the winds blow, thither we are bound,
By our own will, we proclaimed our journey ours.
The earth’s journey, a timeless, age-old trek,
The earth’s journey, a timeless, age-old trek,
The earth’s journey, a timeless, age-old trek,
Who knows where we belong, from which direction we came?
Who knows where we belong, from which direction we came?
Whither the winds blow, thither we are bound,
By our own will, we proclaimed our journey ours.
To keep moving is the traveler's fate, it is written,
To keep moving is the traveler's fate, it is written,
We ponder still, on which path we tread,
We ponder still, on which path we tread,
Whither the winds blow, thither we are bound,
By our own will, we proclaimed our journey ours,
By our own will, we proclaimed our journey ours.
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