when i write the words of my life
a summary of my own
i want to look back and see gold–tinted images
of smiles and over–the–phone close conversations
i want to look behind my shoulder and see love
walking right after me
not falling away into my past
i want this autobiography to continue this song
i want to see my hand in jasper's
or my mother's or my best friend's
and i desire my footprints to walk
all over the face of this world
i wish for peace in my head
and in my heart
as i drift along in dreams
and maybe just maybe
this autobiography will sink
to the bottom of the sea
and tell the fish how happy
it was to live like me.