If I could walk among the stars,
Oh, the secrets that they hold.
No one really understands -
Why our dreams are all so bold.
There'd be so much room and space to breathe,
Yet we'd all seem really close.
Light traveling fast from star to star,
But the time forever slows.
Our lives like black holes -
Endless unknowns...
Keeping thoughts, hopes, dreams and fears,
Our boundaries within the throws of stones.
* * *
If we could walk between the galaxies,
If we could dance among the stars...
How much clearer life would be to us,
All our troubles cast afar.
With nowhere to hide,
Our dark sides losing their masks.
If we could dance among the stars...
How much clearer life would be to us,
All our troubles cast afar.
With nowhere to hide,
Our dark sides losing their masks.
Maybe we'd see each other as equals...
Funny how something seemingly difficult proves an easy task.
Our secrets forgotten -
Like the darkness of night,
No one to feel left out and alone,
We're all finally finding the light.
Funny how something seemingly difficult proves an easy task.
Our secrets forgotten -
Like the darkness of night,
We're all finally finding the light.
* * *
At the end of the day we can look back and think,
To truly see how far we've come.
Small things will multiply and stack,
After a while we see what we'd really begun.
The pages of our lives rewritten over and over,
Mistakes and hurt are never really gone.
We forgive and forget, prancing from one star to the next,
But the time of yesterday is back so long.
When you close your eyes and think of times past, what is it you remember most?
Maybe the memories where you felt alive, where you shone the brightest,
Or the ones where you fell from grace, the time you picked yourself up and carried on - when you showed strength.
You cross the finish line fast and turn around to see, how important everything really seemed to be,
For it's not how fast you ran the race, but 'twas the longest way to traverse life's length.
To truly see how far we've come.
Small things will multiply and stack,
After a while we see what we'd really begun.
The pages of our lives rewritten over and over,
Mistakes and hurt are never really gone.
We forgive and forget, prancing from one star to the next,
But the time of yesterday is back so long.
When you close your eyes and think of times past, what is it you remember most?
Maybe the memories where you felt alive, where you shone the brightest,
Or the ones where you fell from grace, the time you picked yourself up and carried on - when you showed strength.
You cross the finish line fast and turn around to see, how important everything really seemed to be,
For it's not how fast you ran the race, but 'twas the longest way to traverse life's length.
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| Sunset out on the farm. - Nebraska |
