I have no idea where I'm going...
I just want to get there...
I don't know how bumpy the road will be...
as long as I get there...
and all the obstacles that get in my way may trip me or kill me,
but I will prevail in the end...
I believe I am destined to...
yet the long walks alone leave me shivering...
and the cold breath of wind on my shoulder makes me wish you were here...
to hold my hand...
to come with me...
so I don't have to face this cruel world by myself...
