Sometimes there's too much time to think about my past
A chandelier in the wind, broken in parts
Why do I try to find the answer to the question
That was set by me?
A landscape over twenty years, where will I be
until then I'll try to find
I try to find my peace of mind
Turning through the pages of time
People learn by what people do
But the lesson's harder when it's learned by you
I close my eyes and visualise the things that I'll achieve
Like a tree in Autumn, that sheds all its leaves
Gathered up or blown away, but remembered within
Why are my fears as certain as the blossoms in spring?
That's why I try to find