17th of May, Sometime..

Looking at old pictures
All are digitized now
Closing eyes to see real images
From an ancient time
Everything was so clear
How I wish that I was there
In my dreams there are great mountains
We fly above clouds
Staring out of windows
There are no stars
Long ago the earth was green
Imagine what it must have been
I always wonder why I’m here
I have no fear from what’s out there
I want to feel, I want fly
I want to sing «I am free», in the sky
Someone believe me and don’t ask «why?»
There comes a time when a man must die
And when I’m gone, don’t be afraid
I will be watching from the other side