I ride on the wind
And fly over the mountains, the trees
The unending seas, the long rivers and small streams
Over the dry deserts and the still oceans

I ride on the wind
And fly over the beautiful castles
And the small cribs
I fly over the rich
And I flew over the poor

I fly over those praying to the gods in the sky asking for more
I fly over those just begging for enough to live
I fly over those with greed in their eyes
And I flew over those with a...