On my way

People always look for a purpose,
An aim to climb to when they're down,
A place to go where they feel it's wrong.

People always seek for something,
As stable as can possibly be,
As they dig their own grave with empty hands.

But I wish to get higher,
To do something better than this,
To find the goal that I'm looking for,
And I'm on my way.

I'm reaching out to the sky,
I'm looking at the clouds above,
One day I'll erase them,
So there could be open sky.

I'm trying to be less sly,
Trying to take things slowly,
I try to build it steadily,
And I'm doing it on my way.

No, I'm not going to fool around,
Not if my feet are on the ground,
If my head's on my shoulders,
And I'm holding it tightly.

I'm doing it on my way.

Nothing's going to dim my light,
Everything will be all right,
As long as I'll do it my way.
I'm doing it on my way,

Yes, I'm doing it on my way.