Stories of the Mindheart

Far far above the clouds, soaring with the wind
A falcon flies alone silent as the sky
I hear his lonely cry; never can he rest
I walk with you along an empty, whinning road
We're far from the ones we love; never can return
Never can we see again the countries of our birth

When will I ever find a place to call my home?
Sadness circling like a falcon in the sky
When will I ever find the way to speak my heart
To someone who knows what it is to be alone?

Far far above the clouds, against the setting sun
A falcon flies alone, silent as the sky
I hear his lonely cry; never can he rest
I long to spread my wings and fly into the night
Open this lonely heart to one who understands
When will I ever find a way to speak my heart?

When will I ever find a place to call my home?
Sadness and loneliness a falcon in the sky
When will I ever find a way to speak my heart
To someone who knows what it is to be alone...?