I talked to every stars at night
From every constellation I know.
But then I realized
They were all just balls of fire.
So now I looked up again
To the skies coated
With black canopy broidered with diamonds.
But this time I didn't ask for a sign.
I just raised my cup of coffee
As I spoke to everyone of them
- "A toast to the balls of fire...
For the burden of truth...
For making me feel this fear...
For making me not knowing what to do.
A toast to the balls of fire...
For the longest time...
I've been watching...
I used to ask for signs...
But they gave me fear.
A toast to the balls of fire...
For now my senses are awake...
Maybe because of my coffee...
Or maybe because of fear.
So a toast to the balls of fire...
Because in spite of fear...
I am facing each morning...
With my faith stronger...
Than my cup of coffee."