The future sparkles
Smiling beautifully at me in hopes and aspirations
Full of dreams my heart rejoices
Suddenly swept in trance of desperation
When, where, how can I make my dream a manifestation?
My soul panics in hazy dizzy cold windy splash of reality.

Those who took lead of morrow
Narrate the fearful tales of its wicked hands
My spirit is troubled
Scared of what I may face
I gave up on the journey
Then roar a fiercely thunderstorm of courage
Do not fear, I am God!
Wherever you go, I am with you!

© NEWLOVE