1.
I’m standing on the line,
between youth and man,
and I’m terrified.
Maybe I will lose my sence,
when I realize,
I won’t be seventeen, again.

Chorus:
I need someone to show me,
the road to walk, again.
I lost the track today,
and yesterday is gone.

2.
I’m standing eye to eye,
to choice for life,
what am I going to do now?
What if what I choose is wrong,
what will I do then?
I’ll be terrified, again....