and this is where i start to hesitate, where it starts to hurt.

where i'm weak and i look back as a walk away

and i turn to salt.

i have been here before.

on this very day, no wonder.

but i don't wanna be salt.

the temptation to turn around is big, as to stay in my comfort place

to settle for what's familiar. to choose the safe rout i know by heart.

i refuse to settle. i refuse to be a statue.

and there it is, a sunshine waiting for me ahead.