...An old man
Looking through his life
At what he's done
And what he'll leave behind
He sees his past
Fly over him
The wasted days
And what else could have been
...A little child
Through hopeful eyes
Convinced himself
That one day he will fly
Over the trees
And through the clouds
Above are stars
He'll never come back down
...The old man too
He had big dreams
He quickly learned
That nothing is as it seems
He saw them slip
Between his hands
Came crashing down
Like castles made of sand
...Flying high
The boy looks down
On that old man
Who's feet are on the ground
As he walked
The boy just flew
The ground is worn
But the sky is always blue
...Well will you
Ever reach the top
Or will you stop
And climb that hill again?
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