Alone in a crowded world,
I don’t want my heart to be sold.
If I were true to myself,
There’d be no one left to help.

Sometimes I have tears in my eyes,
watching people and life pass by.
Will I wait until I’m old, just to ask:
am I in your heart — or just one of a million tasks?

Will I wait till the end of my life
to start living — or just let it pass by?
Will I ever see the beauty of the world,
not just online but in real life — pure gold?

Feels like I’m standing here alone,
at a crossroad — I feel it in every bone.
Which path should I take, where should I go?
How do I want my short life to flow?

Rok Leš