Sometimes I feel I´m walking through streets. Where everyone can have what they want but
me. I drive on the road with no one by my side. The wind in my hair is blowing from nowhere.
The strength of my hand is turning to sand. Have you ever seen your own hope fading away?
Making up your mind makes you stronger. It´s worthless to keep dreaming while giving up. The
bottom is always where the roots are growing up. The doubt in my heart, the pain in my brains