As your stepping slowly on every bit of land
Walking through the grasslands you can hardly even stand
Your body is fatigued, you can see it in your hand
Ever hear the legends of the story called THE JOURNEY

Walking through every single form of earths terrain
When youre walking through the forest then it starts to rain
You can hardly move you can feel it start to strain
This is how it goes to tell the story of THIS JOURNEY

Everything i have to say is too much to decipher
As i journey on im getting all the ever wiser
Wondering on inside my thoughts, the bodies getting tighter
Making and replacing is the story of MY JOURNEY

So young, it always seems that youve run out of time
Find your place amongst all nature, that you knew was prime
As you stare up at the mountain that you you have to climb
In the end, it always comes back, youre the author of YOUR JOURNEY