Tell me not in mournful numbers, life is but an empty dream.
Just because it strikes your eyes like a laser beam.
Courage, faith and patience; that’s all you must keep,
As you have to go miles before you sleep.
The soul is already dead that slumbers,
And the breath falls out to be just a number.
But if sorrow sticks to you, thou shall learn to weep,
As you have to go miles before you sleep.
Trust no fate; however pleasant it might be,
Even the sailors are unaware of the storms at sea.
Before stepping on the footprints, give yourself a beep,
As you have to go miles before you sleep.