Tired already. . .

As I walk on this path alone,

the leaves of the tree started to fall,

so do my tears started to roll.

My eyes was swollen, my body is tired,

when everything seems to be falling apart.

No one could see how many times I've fell,

how may times I'd try to get back on the track again.

As I don't know anymore, if I will still continue,

I still see a bright light, an opportunity that's still brand new. 

But the roads are too dark, and I can't go on,

the fear I feel because I am alone

That to fight is the only way,

to reach a brand new day.

I guess this seems to be the hardest way,

but not a reason to run away.

As I know this will be only just in the beginning.

And later on, I'll get used to it, and achieve winning.