It's not easy to walk a different path
To set off on a journey where questions abound
The doubts they flourish when you are stepping onto roads
That are foreseeably bumpy, uncharted, even inexistent
Risking it all doesn’t mean absence of fear
The clock is your enemy and the mirror isn’t your friend
When you have only yourself to blame and to rely
When there are no maps or guiding stars in the sky
Tis the believers who hold the torch
For the explorers on their onward march
No birds ever flew without the wind beneath their wings
It is their belief that fuels the hope each passing day brings
