Life goes on, but i can't complain. The life i have may not be the best, and i'm not famous yet. they say that the best is yet to come, just keep your head up, so that all ill do till the day i die. Till than we will run side by side in the early hours, and sit and watch the stars into the late night, feeling nothing but the hope underneath our skin. Eventually one of us leave like dandelion leaves flying in the wind, flying in the early spring, riding the air like baby birds learning to fly.