To march out into a battle without courage
It’s the same like as beginning a journey
With wings in your luggage.
You condemn yourself
With bloody footsteps.
I know
There is no other way
The patch what I choose it leading nowhere
And easily I can lose myself
Into the labyrinths.
I know
My slow walk
Provides courage for others
And maybe I’m going too late
But I know
I’m going to arrive
I’m going to arrive.