Don't look over your shoulder, as your past is gone,
At this very crossroad, you're all new born.
The road right in front, would be the easiest to take,
But the friends you make here, would all be fake.
From the bottom of your heart, you have a question to ask,
Which is the road on which, I don't need a mask.
Maybe on that road, all you will get is rain,
And as you look at others, your heart will pain.
But you keep going ahead, till you wallow your sorrows,
And then you'll know, this is the best of all the tomorrows!
