My pockets are empty, my past full of blunders
But my eyes are tireless
Churning out dreams by the bundles
They always look ahead, seeking a path to follow
My heart ever hopeful, of a life not shallow
Its time to step out of the cocoon
Spread my wings and fly to the moon
Or any place my heart flutters free
And perch on a branch of life's tree
Look out on the world out there
and declare
Here I come, try and stop me!