In quiet hours, awake I to each breath you take And I wonder you dream about
How far come Since we young Our preconceptions now So I wonder what you about
In I might be soaring Pushing things to heights But like Icarus, the are real And dreams turn into
I know my wings might falter up in the sky But I want to fall, I want to fly
I never saw myself as one who went outside the Our life's momentum takes us, and in an it's behind us
It's sacrilege to take of the blind But what about uncertainties that work to our mind? If our causes us to go astray, Who can us try to find our way?
I never saw myself as one whose life was just a out of control But in the mirror I see the lines grow on my face
It's sacrilege to take advantage of the But what about uncertainties work to cloud our mind? If our causes us to go astray, Who can help us try to find our
When I look back on all that's When I look on choices I have made Should I the contours of my path? The broken cobblestones that I have
only given just so many sunny days We're only given so much to build a life Our choices all along the way construct a And when our time is up we could be inside Lost in fantasies and never to
While we are building, tearing down or plans The days are vanishing, the world won't to turn Choices have consequences, limiting our And yet the weight of cannot be discerned Make them wisely,
hard to look around me now at everything I have And not contentment from it all Dreams real, and the future unforeseen has played out well But is contentment the of growth? Could I have what might have mattered most?
You must been something else when you were younger You must have been something else you were free When all that you had was time and the world of choices was And you me You must have been something when you were younger You must have something else when you were free When all that you had was time and the of choices was yours
We spend half our repairing bridges that our selfish actions helped destroy But it's still so hard for us to recognize that a life is a fragile toy We spend half our lives making disguises; we perfect and use as our tools Then all of our remaining years searching for someone we cannot fool
At day's end throw out our disguises with nothing to defend At day's end we'll pick up all the and learn to live again
you look back on all that's happened, would you do it all again? That's the honest of our lives Knowing then what you know now, would you choose me again? That's the carrying most weight at day's end
I know my wings have once up in the sky But even if you're falling, there's still to fly And looking with dispassion at the I have made I know it's self-defeating to carry unto my grave
I know that there's a reason why my returns to you And why, despite the obstacles we had to fight through We both have had our doubts, but I we know it's true That you the best of me, and I the best of you
And all our struggles, and time we've cried They're rendered meaningless in our 'Cause we're standing, and nothing can prevail Against a love that's to be
At day's end we put down our disguises with to defend At day's end we pick up all the pieces and learn to love