Journeying through the thick lonely paths of yesterday
I\'ve come to a standstill
Reminiscing how I overcame the many bumps I dreaded
And daring the scariest voices in my head
The sight of the wild trees and the boars and the Lions
That scared to death my very young self
And the weariness of my tiny feet that could hardly carry me further
My throat of hunger and thirst, dry
All I could do;
Look up to the man upstairs
And prayed I cross over to the other side
So I fastened my strengths into my fragile heart
Uncertain of the miles of obstacles that await me!