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Unsure

There’s a time in our life
When we must be able to decide
What we really want to do
No matter how, we must try

Let the sun be your guide
Let the moon be your light
Let the rain be your conscience
Let the storm be your punishement

Walking on nobody lands
Into the dark night
I hear the wispper of the wind
And the scream of my conscience

Nobody knows what will happen
In the next second
In the next minute
Perhaps nobody wants to know their future

Release your fears
Don’t be affraid
Only HE can help you
In your lone cruzade

And remember
The future begins now
Never is to late
To think on the next day