Road to success


Already eleven, my eyes close, my

Head is slower, and I´m losing my self, 

Like the light lost in the 

Sorrow of the night.


Hand tired, head down, I can not 

Stand it any longer, but a sight of my 

Destiny keeps me awake, making 

The cold and the sleep go away.


My future will be bright, I hear

My destiny, succes, I hope

My father will be proud up 

In the dark sky of heaven.


This is the road, this is what 

You have to do to be someone 

In life, the same words we all hear,

But the ones only I listen.



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