why do I keep on trying
when everything stacked up so high
and I know there is a reason
to believe that tomorrow will be the day I fly

why do I keep on going.
When all the hope and dreams soon vanish.
Like a puff of smoke.... in the wind.
And the path we met and walked along
was the best place I have ever wandered
until suddenly… It came to an end.

I looked around me ...standing there all alone.
And at the barricades there in front of me.
And I knew that you were not always alongside
as I had continued... on down that dream
somewhere along the path I found myself
and the courage to keep going for pain to be denied.

But that hope when based on false dreams.
Cannot maintain for all my days
we wake up sooner or later to realize
that is the way it is, is really just how it is.
And no dream or imagination.
Will ever let me measure up to become…
            ..... Someone who flies

why do I believe that tomorrow
Will be better than the day I had
when I believed it  would be better.
If I could just  lay down and die.
Because I know that hopelessness
is the cold steel binding of a fetter

that would keep me... on the ground.

So I move along the path of promise.
Where I will always believe in me.
For I cannot expect anyone else to
if I cannot find myself a way to move on.
With an inspired and hope filled life.
How would I ever find that one who

gave me the wings.... and watched...
           ..... the way I flew ?