We break, we laugh and we keep going,
It is the heart of the wanderer,
The soul of the free,
To search and to never stop trusting,
The inner fire that keeps propelling,
Ruthlessly and instinctively, as sure as the day.
As steady as the halo of the moon,
Long after we travel into ourselves,
We find what we have been looking for,
Was inside this shimmering spirit all along,
But still we keep on, becoming the
Queens and Kings we are meant to always be.