Praying that every day will be my last
Is getting old
I fear optimism
Because I fear disappointment
But when all the signs point north
It is best to head in that direction
Like the death tarot
My intentions are often misunderstood
But the moon is always shining
Even if it is covered by clouds
A bird may always have its nest
But does a bird not migrate when it becomes winter?
When the going gets tough
It is best to move forward
Than to stay where you are
And merely pray for the best
Saying goodbye is never easy
And moving forward is rarely uncomplicated
But if your spirit rests across the sea
Then that is where you are meant to be
