There is rage, rage inside,
Dividing me in between,
The path is not so illuminated, but,
Fear shall not my dear boy, for,
The night reminds us of the coming,
A day full of light kindled,
Hope there is, yet to be bound,
But there is none, who,
Could break the ticks of time,
Come, come with me at once,
For the fear shall not enslave us,
Run, run towards it without terror,
Thousandfold reflections you may see,
Like on the mirror of destiny,
Who will know what of it becomes,
If you didn't take the leap of faith?

Once upon a time, there was a field,
Filled with grasses so green and clean,
Air so light and wind so breeze,
All of them were in celestial light.

By all means, it was too good to be true,
But once upon a time, they were true,
Fate and fear may mold the scene,
But all the glory has gone by the screen.

I wish the day shall pass by again,
For then I could feel the light rain,
Washing off those pale green field,
Doves could sing the song for thee.

This all happened as I closed my eyes,
Where is the field that I wanted to see,
All those silvers were once been green,
Gone are the days, never to be seen.