My Own (English)

Walking down this path again
Too afraid to make new friends
Will you stay or will you leave?
I know I believe

We all started here
A kaleidoscope of colorful lights
Hold onto my hand through the darkest of nights
'Cause I was walking down this path alone
And now I'm glad I have a group to call my own

Sunshine on a plate, try something new
A collection of old, nostalgic tunes
Shy, a little awkward, tumbling through
All of the glances back at you

We all started here
A kaleidoscope of colorful lights
Hold onto my hand through the darkest of nights, dear
Whenever, I'll be here. Don't fear I'm out of time

I was walking down this path alone
And now I'm glad I have a group to call my own