Sometimes in the big rush, I forget
That in the end, I’m just a man.
The dreamer within fails to detect,
I could go only so far, even if I ran.

It’s okay to be hurt, sad and lost,
If today, that is the man I am.
No pain worth paying the cost,
Of changing the soul’s plan.

The dreamer dreams, but the man lives,
In a world with songs of sorrow.
Learning how to accept and to forgive,
Himself, his yesterday, and tomorrows.

Generously as I give, I shall also accept,
In weakness, there is a strength great,
For what soul, is one too perfect?
And what river runs on its path straight?