Heir of Nothing

Heir of nothing, subliminally, something is what you have,
When, above all, you rise, your glory with you
Like a fidellious slave.
All your bliss is borrowed, to the ones that are true.

Leave it all behind
In he wind that takes it,
You gold is no more than dust.

Walking on the banks of the river, you feel life
Flowing without you, heir of nothing,
In your songs, there is the same roar
Of wheels that have no oil.

Put life at work
Move faster as its pace slows down,
Heir of nothing...
Time's all you've got,
Part of nothing.