An Ode… To Those Who Believed

It's not easy to walk a different path
To set off on a journey where questions abound

The doubts they flourish when you are stepping onto roads 
That are foreseeably bumpy, uncharted, even inexistent

Risking it all doesn’t mean absence of fear
The clock is your enemy and the mirror isn’t your friend

When you have only yourself to blame and to rely
When there are no maps or guiding stars in the sky

Tis the believers who hold the torch
For the explorers on their onward march

No birds ever flew without the wind beneath their wings
It is their belief that fuels the hope each passing day brings