Confidence
Do you see the moon outside? It is so shining, darling, That I think the shine is a ride That we take in our spring. But it is a special spring: A spring that comes inside of us And at any moment can take the bus At least it always has a new beginning. I feel desperate And isn't just about my fate If you don't go by the right way There will be a price to pay. But if you still don't believe in yourself Enough to do well what you need So who will say by thyself? You must trust you, indeed.