Flowing through life,
Continuing down the same old path,
Desperately waiting to reach the promised sea;

Trying to find a better way,
I look to the sky;
Lift me up above it all,
Far away from pain;
But it does not last long
Before I fell from that dream;

It seemed all was lost,
Until I realized
I am in a new stream,
One that flows not to the chaotic crowed oceans,
But a small oasis to call my own.


Why do we wish upon a star,
A distant object far from reach;
We will never touch but always see,
In the darkest hour of the night;
We must choose to believe
One day we shall fly among them;
Seek them out and call them by name,
They will not remain in the dark any longer.