Migration as a mission

He's lost on his way
With no place to stay
His life's a rainy day
Now as time goes by
He wonders why
As a tear leaves his eye
Am I a loser?
On his own all alone rolling stone
Pushes away his past
Treated as an outcast
Trying to overpass

A roving spirit trying to forget
His family years the life he led
It cracks his brains as he disappears from sight
Into the night

He always did what his surroundings expected him to do
Found a girl and got married but it wasn't the clue
Always restless never satisfied feeling cramped
To support his family he got a post a nine to five job
It felt like being captured it became a flop
Always restless never satisfied feeling cramped

There must be place that will accept their need of dissoluteness
They don't fit in a society that's built on certainties that
Will never change

The inconstant wind is his only friend
It is always free it's what he wishes to be
Not to be committed to some dull household
That will swallow his time to him it's a crime
No lack of freedom no more anger
No more pain liberty without restrain
Without restrain