Born to Live, Live to Dream
Dreams scatter like stars overhead,
And worries pull at sore feet.
We're left stumbling on distress and despair,
Not accepting defeat.
Reaching for the stars above,
That sparkle and sway on thin strings,
A celestial harp creating beautiful noise,
As we take blows from what below brings.
Several stars our eyes catch,
Our minds baffled of being able to obtain,
But our arms stretching out,
To our future calling our names.
It's getting harder to walk,
It's getting harder to see,
The fog rising from the ground,
A line of blurry fuzzy beings.
A desperate movement of hand,
We're holding the stars in our palms,
But why is it that when hands close and then open,
The sky has turned to dawn?
We work hard with every step we take,
As the sky flips from reds to blues,
And then we've realized that it's all worth it,
And our minds are able to wander and muse.
We're given the opportunity to be,
Like the stars that twinkle and shimmer in the vast celestial sphere,
That surround and influence us,