Gift: A new World

Higher, up the sky and all the winds that blows endlessly
Above the world’s firmament and the mountain’s sharp tops

Dreamscapes enchant travelers of the winds
Standing up lost worlds and abandoned dreams

Crystal Rivers are flowing, sweeping white flashes
And bloom in a bright blast of incomparable beauty

And every thought gets shape and form to fly away
In the bright vacuum, outside of the heaven's gates

There were eyes can see the invisible and hands can touch the intangible
And the spirit is free to join a world without limits and borders