Fly with me. To the end of the rainbow. Where stars are white. And smiles are all for free. Hold my hand. On our way through unevenness. Let us search. Find the garden. Where the pink flowers blossom. And trees give long and lightened shadows. To whisper gentle secrets behind. The guitar sounds from far away. Strings in my heart shivers. And the music inside me is telling me. That the road is yet to be discovered. The path behind is covered in deviation. There it is. The one and yet so unforgiven road to see. Mine and yours forever will be. And while I look for my meadow. Fly with me.