Crossroads (02.15.1999)
Four corners of hope,
Four paths of fate,
One destiny in crossroads,
Came to me in late.
I passed by there in free,
But a split second glance,
I fumbled my knee,
When I lost my chance.
I seek for nothing then,
Hoping to find the gold,
But I don't know when,
Need a torch to hold.
A call to strike eagerly,
While the bow is in your hand,
And while there's a bird in a tree,
There will be a nest to be found.
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