Whistle

Fool ain't the one who ask,
Or the one that's lost
And brave's not the one who dares,
so they brung me in this place
Told me to watch their backs,
And warn if someone's coming home
Out there in the horizon,
blue's turning black

I chose my way of life
and there's no turning back
I made it on my own
As independent as a child

Is the treasure worth the same,
if it's laid down to your hands?
Is the life worth living for,
if there's nothing to die for?
It ain't so rosy in the end,
and nothing will feel the same
Now I have to whistle,
someone's at the door