Fasten Your Seatbelts, It's Going To Be a Bumpy Night

The journey of life ends at some holy land. The roads are so awfully dark and too blur. The night do seem so long as never to end And that dreamed daylight appears too far. Still we tread the stony steep roads of life On wild desire-car that bears us, our dreams. Edges of the road slice our hopes like knife But courage holds us against scary screams. After the fall of dark night, daylight appears. Behold there, where waits dreamland of Light. O Solitary Traveler! Forsake your frosty fears, Fasten seatbelts It’s going to be a bumpy night.