End of Time

I trace the lines on the old map. Each mark a question, Each turn a guess. The road ahead isn't written in stone, But I keep moving, Step after step. No matter how long, No matter how hard the climb, I'll chase this Dream Till the end of time. Some days the weight feels too heavy to carry, But I remember The first spark I felt. It's still there, Hiding under the doubt, Waiting for the moment I let it out. Hold on to the dream. Don't let it fade away. Hold on to the dream. It's the fire in my veins. No matter how long, no matter how Hard the climb, I'll chase this Dream Till the end of time.