The clothes on my back reflect the sky,

I have the freedom to choose;

The rising wind, the ocean’s shore

It tells me: ‘you have to try.’

I understand but then confuse

Myself with that I really adore;

I have belief in life so far,

But I know it’s fuelled by fire;

The devil’s energy is my health

And change is my desire.

The ocean’s wind has perfect wealth

And the freedom of the morning star.

The habit takes so long to build,

It’s hard to change it ‘round;

But in the words the wind will tell

These habits I must bid farewell,

To take nature’s health, I’ll be fulfilled

With the new freedom I’ll have found.