I chose the path to walk where there is no light
An endless road filled with the fog and it's always night
I chose a journey filled with rocks leading uphill
Walking becomes climbing, there is no rest to fulfill
Turning my back, quitting seems easy sometimes
But I win by saying always "not this time"
I chose the path to walk where there is no light
An endless road filled with the fog and it's always night
I chose a journey filled with rocks leading uphill
Walking becomes climbing, there is no rest to fulfill
Turning my back, quitting seems easy sometimes
But I win by saying always "not this time"