the time

As the time goes by,
And so my heart, and so do I,
I m still searching for that place
Which could give me peace and quiet.

Sick of betrayals and carelessness,
I raise my trigger finger to shape the clouds
In hope to recieve a sign,
A sign that shows it s time.

The time to fly
The time to dream
The time to wander the sky
Winning its freedom only you... and I.