Like a moth drawn to the flame, I'm bound to hope for a brighter day. I can't wait for my sun to shine, reaching for my piece of sky. A rising sun, a budding tree, emerge from the depths. Pushing forward in an endless maze, I need to let go of what I've kept. Kept an unbearable cross, punished by what I've lost, yesterday's pain washed away by waves of new found strength. No path can guide me, I'll carve my way. Fate won't hold my hand today. My destiny is what I choose. I see the storm yet no cold can stop me.