I’m condemned to trust
As I roam through the unknown
Not to lose my faith
And to love even if it’s hard to be shown
I have the feeling that people
So easily hide in the shelter of habit
In the shelter of night
They refuse to evolve, might they say
There’s a thin line of madness
That we rather evade
There’s a time, there comes a day
Where we stand at the crossroads
To swim against the tide
Some kind of venture, a will to trade
I’m condemned to trust
And may the seasons change
There’s no need to adjust
