I am on the darkest street,
Left alone to find my way out,
All steps are trodden in black,
Taking the thoughts into visible light.
I will take the narrow road,
Leading to where I want to go,
If the road I take is too dark and old,
Then I will take the new and walk slow.
If I can hardly see where to walk,
And go where the winding streets go,
I will watch for the white chalk,
Piercing the dark like an arrow.
Although the sun is bright,
In the dark abyss secret motive lies,
Hidden causes not found out,
Remained as unsolved mysteries.
For if the road we take is the darkest way,
Better tread softly until the light awake,
And the darkness goes away,
Taken from all the troubles we make.