three in the morning

It's me, again,
and again, and again.
fighting, for not be me again.
fighting, for find, the way.
But not my way or your way.
The way that nobody ever walk,
to see, my own mountains,
my own lakes and my own cities,
named by me, designed by me,
created by me walking in the way.
in my own way,
the way that nobody walks ever,
living free,
with the freedom of choose the way.

It´s me again,
and again, and again.
The man who never know,
who he is.
the man who gonna go,
and gonna find,
and gonna dream,
and gonna death,
in his own path o live.