Born to Run

Hurting no one but himself, dreaming in misbelief
He passes knowing the secrets he released
Giving up everything he deserves
He tries to remember; still he hopes.

His gentle breath stops for a while
And he sees the princess out in the light.
A magical tale holds on while he seeks
The gaze which the supreme truth keeps.

An only word waits inside to be told
And finally she says hello.
He looks at her, finds nothing but love
And then he goes farther, high above.

He wonders now why, from all the human kind
She chose him, a poor soul that'd been too blind.
And then he whispers that whether it's told or done,
He must know deeply that he is born to run.

Why is he there, running in the rain,
With the lonely falling drops, in his hair,
Why isn't the wind that mild today,
Why is he there, trying hard not to stray?