It's the day of reckoning,
I was still lost, I lost count,
I wouldn't mine in this journey
to be alone, but can't find
the path. The path we've
made when we were together.
Time flies, it's strange, in an
ordinary day, it doesn't make sense,
but I sense it takes some time,
time to call someone, but who?
Chance are in millions, I know we
can make it, we can make it I know,
but chances are chance is only
the small beginning not to waste it!