His heart was calling
When dying souls are falling
Feel the sunlight of the day.
When he's walking on his way
so alone.
Like the wind, still he has gone.
Walk alone
Life's his own
Voice seems like a whisper
and no coming home.
Walk alone
On ways of stone
A feeling like an angel
The wish never to come home.
He was a dreamer
Has never been a schemer
Feels the danger in the air
When he's looking who's been
There
He's alone.
Like the wind, still he has gone.
Walk alone
Life's his own
Voice seems like a whisper
and no coming home.
Walk alone
On ways of stone
A feeling like an angel
The wish never to come home.
When dying souls are falling
Feel the sunlight of the day.
When he's walking on his way
so alone.
Like the wind, still he has gone.
Walk alone
Life's his own
Voice seems like a whisper
and no coming home.
Walk alone
On ways of stone
A feeling like an angel
The wish never to come home.
He was a dreamer
Has never been a schemer
Feels the danger in the air
When he's looking who's been
There
He's alone.
Like the wind, still he has gone.
Walk alone
Life's his own
Voice seems like a whisper
and no coming home.
Walk alone
On ways of stone
A feeling like an angel
The wish never to come home.