Doubts are growing; Storms are coming
The wind is blowing; I can’t be lying
We might fall apart; Regrets might eat us
Too back we can’t go back; Fear is being established
Should I give up? Should we surrender?
Are we torn apart?…The bright day is drawing to a close
I can’t go on. I can’t give up either
Fear is growing but I hate being on the dark side
The sky must be cloudless and fear will fade by itself
Tell me… you want to glow or vanish?