Most people live, lives of quiet desperation
The happy few follow their hearts
Most people die regretting the things they wished they'd done
Few look back and smile for they have made their dreams come true
I pray to be among the few,
I strive to be one of two
Who can look back and see
Endless miles of memories
I fear to be
One of two
Who look back with sorrow
Seeing rivers of tears flowing
Wishing that if only that once
They would have reached out
Just a bit further
Dared against the fall
To be among the ones who found that it wasn't so far
That despite the fear it wasn't so hard
That despite the doubt it was true
To fall upon the ground
Not alone
To see the stars together
And to know in your hearts that
the bodies in the heavens
are dreaming
dreaming to be you.
