Towards the change.
After loosing all from a trap of chaos,
vicious cycle full of an unpleasant journey it had been,
All the childhood dreams shattered and were suppressed by the dominating powers of my wrong beliefs.
The false beliefs from where they came?
As I see the world through my younger eyes,
I see all the brightness, beauty and
all the top places I wanted to be
the prettiest dreams i had dreamt
But where did I dropped that part of me?
Every second for a person on a death bed
it's either regret or satisfaction.
The regret in the end makes it a waste
so I have the urge to make it full of good taste.
For every will there's a way,
For where it seems to end, my friend there's the staircase!
The destiny below the feet,
hard work on shoulders
a life of change.
The change ain't easy