He was keen of empty places And no one knew Where he was all the time He didn't care what others told him He just lived his life He just followed his way It's never easy not to answer When someone's calling out Your name all the time There were some men Who didn't like him He was far too free He was way to brave Somebody told him once Hey, get away from us We don't need no hippies here So disappear One Sunday morning He just went out And no one saw him Ever since, he just left There were no traces No more signs of him He was just a flame No one called his name The priest offered his soul To Holy God above The small town buried him alive Cos he didn't die He was watching All the crazy world below He was laughing loud He was dreaming Were not allowed In this little town Now he didn't care No one saw him there He was ready For the life without the time He was happy He was ready To escape from all the lies He just chose his fate Here the story ends