The seasons of the years go past
And with each one I dream...

From deep within the valley
I hear a siren's call...

How blind the child that cannot see
The love possessed by their family...

How long you wait
For your heart to sing...

Did they really get it right?
When they told about that night...

Can anyone imagine
The life they may have led...

A boy has many heroes
Many strangers he admires...

Sunshine softly creeping from the East
Blankets the land of my dreams...

A boy grows up, too soon a man
He ventures forth, with not a plan...

Softly flowing against me,
Gently caressing my skin...

Softly flowing against me
Gently caressing my body...

Fears and hopes and plans and love
A journey planned and guided from-above...