Some time ago it all was scary And future looked a bit too much,
But hopes and dreams cannot be buried, They crawl right back into my heart.
When one of million steps is taken The hope shines stronger, goals are close.
I clench the dart, I'm not mistaken, The goal is close - I aim to throw.
When target mine is reaching further It starts to look like playing cards,
And when I give a try another, I'm with no luck and bad at darts.