Trying To Be

I'll reach you where the river flows
I'm on my way
Leave you from, the road of words, starts to dry
Trying to be
I start to walk on empty streets
Washing my soul
But never I'll go back on time
To find the ghosts against my head
That pulls me down, oh

Dry your soul, face the sun
And travel into these desert ways
Take a walk against the sands of time
And pull the trigger again
I'll reach the rain on desert plains
I'm on my way

Lead the clouds to dry the day, on empty streets
Watching my goals
But I will go back on time to face the ghosts
That always pulls me down, oh
Dry your soul, face the sun
And travel into these desert ways
Take a rest on the winds of time
Believe on your way