• At night the moon dresses the trees I walk by in a white light
    The path I walk is shrouded in mysteries
    Of what is yet to come

    Illusions of a clear future
    However, nothing has ever been this vague
    Uncertainties, doubt, worries, the only thing clear to me
    Of what is yet to come

    It won’t be okay, I’m sure to fail
    Depressing thoughts clouding the mind
    Let’s just give up, end it, bail
    Even though, deep inside, you know it will turn to be alright

    Eventually