02-05-2017, 02:51 PM
We come as a babe
and start this stage.
Our families do we love.
All we know
is we must grow,
and hope for things above.
As a child
our hope runs wild,
we dream of simple things.
Run and play,
and laugh all day,
and even having wings.
Up we grow
and hope is sown
of soaring through the air.
Mountain peaks,
and oceans deep,
the places which we dare.
The last frontier.
It's far from near.
We hope to live on Mars.
Still, we stare
when we get there
and reach up for the stars.
When death calls
and our health falls,
to higher hopes we hold.
A city bright,
our souls made white,
where all is made of gold.
and start this stage.
Our families do we love.
All we know
is we must grow,
and hope for things above.
As a child
our hope runs wild,
we dream of simple things.
Run and play,
and laugh all day,
and even having wings.
Up we grow
and hope is sown
of soaring through the air.
Mountain peaks,
and oceans deep,
the places which we dare.
The last frontier.
It's far from near.
We hope to live on Mars.
Still, we stare
when we get there
and reach up for the stars.
When death calls
and our health falls,
to higher hopes we hold.
A city bright,
our souls made white,
where all is made of gold.