So we all want the same things
And we all start off with the same wings.
We all have the same fears
And we all work through our 40 plus years.
That's when it changes though
Because some of us get the wanted things
And some of us end with the clipped wings
And still the same fears
Though we worked through our 40 plus years.
We all start off with the same schemes
And the same means
We all search for the lover of our dreams
And we all start by knowing how good it all seems.
That's when it changes though.
Because some of us make real on those schemes
And some of us struggle for never quite the means.
Some of us just meet the lover of our dreams
And some just us learn that "real" isn't "seems".
That's when it stays the same though.
So please God don't let me hope
And please don't extend me not enough rope.
For then how can I stand and watch from the beach
While my other real life floats just out of reach?