Awaking in darkness, the night will fade
Earlier than sun, kiss the moon goodbye
Dead without purpose before human eyes
With the rising sun, will it then cascade?
Will man find enough to greet life as day?
Their future hopes might motivate arise,
For love, for passion, one must not deny
flooded fulfilment in ambrosia rays
I, unlike the blinded, know my meaning
One day my life will be in my own hands.
I’ll drive down the path to fill my psyche
Living the career I always have planned
I wake up to move toward my destiny
Yet I still find joy through days I withstand