• Though the days grows cold, and the skies grow black,
    I will never turn my back,
    'Til I listen, to my heart's plea,
    and fufill My waning Destiny.
    Though the night draws near, and far away is the day,
    I will never turn away,
    'Til I understand, my heart's plea,
    to accomplish my Destiny.
    It is here! The Night has come!
    I missed my chance, to talk to the one.
    The one whose smile, makes my heart sing.
    The one whose laughter, other laughter brings.
    So I'll think, about one dance.
    So I'll dream, of just one chance.
    'Til I listen, to my heart's plea,
    and fufill my dreaming, Destiny.