To my asleep conscience
To my ever lasting cowardice
To my low self esteem
And to my doubtful self

I wonder when
When will courage rise up
When will it surface my very face...
When will it ever come at my door

But i'll just wait
Wait a little bit more
Wait a minute or so
Wait a week or two
Wait a decade or a year

I'll keep on stand by
I'll be here obediently waiting for your grand arrival