Traveler

I am not surprise

At the little age of five

I see myself fly

Fly in business

Fly to all continents

Fly with my own little style

I am not surprise

At the tender age of twenty five

I see myself cry

Cry for love

Cry for all little lies

Cry till I almost die

I am not surprise

At the beautiful age of forty five

I see myself rise

Rise for love

Rise for all beautiful life

Rise till I almost fly

My travel

Far and near

Old and new

My little child in me cries

My travel

It seems so long

And yet it is just like yesterday

My little child in me cries

Life is life

It becomes so dry

if I do not fly

Lie is lie

It will die

if it is not right

When I fly

I almost live a new life

When I travel

My ego almost dies

I travel

From past to now

From now to future

My little child in me cries

I am not surprise 

I pray for another little twenty five

and little twenty five

Only the spirit

Will keep me alive

to a new life

I am not surprise

Only wanted to try

Plant the seeds of greatness

in every traveler's life

Plant the seeds of wisdom now

in every coming life

My little child in me cries