I see people walking by,
On lovely summer days.
The bright blue skies, chirping birds,
Warming sun, cooling breeze,
Will not provoke a smile.
Their guilt heaped up about the past
Their fears abou the morrow
Keep their faces hard as ice
And souls as witches elbows
Young children seem to do it right;
They're happy as can be.
They don't know what time is
But if they scrape their knee, and cry
We'll comfort them and say,
Time heals all wounds, my love.
But what about those things
That never seem to go away?
What happens to our lives
If we wait for time to heal?
Tomorrow never comes, my friend,
Except until one day.
And then you'll have five minutes left;
And looking back through shattered dreams
And falsehood fears you'll say
"I didn't live my life at all,
Not even just a part.
I should have enjoyed Now instead
And stayed child-like at heart".
About the destination, well
We're not sure where that be;
You should enjoy the journey 'cuz
It might be all you see!
