Testo Thrown

Thrown and left alone,
Into the distance just like a stone,
Over the hills and over the valleys,
Over the dark secluded alleys,
With every bounce I refuse to fall,
Got no place to call my own.

Blown, cold to the bone, Carried away into unknown,
Over the waves of silver,
Over the grains of gold,
Under the divine favor,
True story unfolds.