Rhythm of My Steps

Dust of deserts. City sound.
Every day. New ground.
From high mountains. To the ocean line.
Restless wind. Is guiding me.

It’s the rhythm of my steps. The call of drums.
The melody of the world. Runs through my blood.
I don’t search for home. It lives in every place.
Every road. Leaves another trace.

Under foreign skies. I fall asleep.
This wild world. Runs through me.
I taste life. I hear each sound.
No fear lives. In what I’ve found.

It’s the rhythm of my steps. The call of drums.
The melody of the world. Runs through my blood.
I don’t search for home. It lives in every place.
Every road. Leaves another trace.

It’s the rhythm of my steps. The call of drums.
The melody of the world. Runs through my blood.
I don’t search for home. It lives in every place.
Every road. Leaves another trace.