The sprout makes its way to the light in autumn from undergroundThe sprout makes its way to the light in autumn from underground
A sprout of greenery makes its way out of the soilA sprout of greenery makes its way out of the soil
A winter night and a man wandering on his way homeA winter night and a man wandering on his way home
Soldiers with guns are making their way through the jungleSoldiers with guns are making their way through the jungle
I'm on my way and i don't have any worries and worriesI'm on my way and I don't have any worries and worries