Geplaatst - Watching through the window,
the drops keep falling on the ground.
I just keep counting days,
till my destiny is found.
I don't know which direction,
is the better one to choose.
Which one leads me to the winning,
'cause I can't stand the lose.
So I wait till rain is over
and the roads are dry and clean.
Maybe then, I see the world,
like I have never ever seen.
Clear as cristal in the sun,
dry as the dessert far away.
And hopefully, one road ahead,
so I don't have to stay.
