No one knows one’s fate
Like a new born baby who doesn’t know his face
All we can do is have faith on our goals and dreams,
And hope we can rise high like a yellow wood tree

This world is a strange place
Trying to understand one’s dreams is like looking for a seed in a bunch of leaves,
It’s hard to find your way
Like a new born baby learning to walk and talk
We get lost at birth when we get a gasp of our first breath,
But everything gets better when we lay on our mothers breast

We are born sightless, flightless and harmless
But we leave this world as vicious monsters