Waltari

An orphan child walks and sniffs the air
in an orphan forest
everybody seems to whip him badly
in this world of jealousy
Hes lost in the sea of tears and cant confess
that he still exists.
He walks alone, hes as weird as a stone:
He broke his needle and he cant crawl
(Love him!)
He writes poems on a little red sheet
showingem to his granny (rest in peace)
he blows his mind, out in the fields, catching
just empty space
Chorus
Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to liberation