The fear of the future,
Is a poison of a kind,
It makes my mind wonder,
How many shadows will I find?
For I want my dreams to escape,
The confines of the night,
So that I stumble into them by day,
And make the future bright.
The fear of the future,
Is a poison of a kind,
It makes my mind wonder,
How many shadows will I find?
For I want my dreams to escape,
The confines of the night,
So that I stumble into them by day,
And make the future bright.