Let me take you to a place,
The road we are about to travel…
Let me show you the view of it beforehand,
The path what is about to come…


Sometimes it is cold, sometimes it is warm,
It’s covered with experiences, love and desire…
It has less of traffic these days,
It has more than enough despair…

People have passed on it,
People have left their marks…
Now those directions have become books,
But we don’t trust them for now…

We are younger and we are faster,
We will try to make a new path…
We will search for a new way out,
After all we are young and fast…

No one knows where exactly those roads are,
And searching them will be a waste…
Because all those roads are magical,
They only appear when you lose your track…

Those roads have seen people…
Those roads will see more…
They have people going on a search…
They will see who are coming soon…

It’s the path of life we are talking about,
And it’s the riddle of reasons and faith…
We are making a path that we think we made,
But honestly!  It has always been there…

We need to lose our hopes,
To be a part of that track…
Those tracks only wants you gazing,
Not to begin looking for some start…
Start can be anything,

It can be reasons… it can be escape…
Both will lead you to eternal point,
Point where everything begins…
Some say beginning is a place,
Where we always want to go…

Let me take you to a place,
Where the seeds of life sow…
Well it is the same road,
We are always just short to know