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.