What if my dreams soar up in the sky?
Continue up high and never meant to die.
Wings of faith are ready to carry me,
But clashing thunder came and now I cannot see.

What if I run and never give up,
What if I seek the light and follow the map.
Strange but truth, that some things will only be important,
Not until you lost it and see it from a distant.

What if I follow my mind and not my heart?
Crossing the line only to fall apart.
Never did came in mind to have second thoughts,
Only to realize that my decisions has gotten rot.

What if I listen to what others say?
That things will turn bad, and someday I will pay.
Too late for sadness, too late to repent,
No room for talking, no room for argument.

What if I fight and stand up for my decision,
And not imagining too much, having a lot of illusion.
Or is it that I’m scared to face the reality that I’m weak,
Have I gone crazy, have I gone sick?