Roots Under My Skin

I am a child of the wind, but home is always mine. I have helped without asking too much, in every job, in every crooked step. I have danced under foreign scenes, smiling even on the darkest days. I have changed, grown, shaped myself, but I have never forgotten the call of home. It is in the flavors I carry in my heart, in a song, in an old smell. One day I will return, perhaps in silence, perhaps as a hero. But those who have walked so far do not forget where the song came from. My land is a fire that never dies, it is an embrace I feel in my heart. Even if the world has changed me, I am the same, only more loved. Roots under my skin, stronger than any goodbye. I am a child of the journey, but that meadow is always mine
And in the flavors you carry in your heart in a sunset spent in resentment thinking of a tomorrow that was already pain
Believing in a dream that was already love
My land is warm and full of love
Enclosed within me at the center of my heart
And wherever I go it will be love to talk about you who are my sunshine