Some nights I sit on my deck with a French Vanilla and smile,
And I really think about what would happen if I really was named Kyle.

I think of this, and other things,
Like having a grand adventure like in The Lord of the Rings.

Or being a hero in someone's eyes,
Or maybe save that girl who sits in the darkness and cries.

Sometimes I wish apun a star,
But I just stop and instead wish into an empty jar.

Sometimes I feel alone,
But sometimes I feel like I annoy people and make them groan.

But then I must sit back and really think,
And I feel the warmth of my hot drink.

People have come and they have gone,
It's just like the new rising dawn.

Don't go searching for something you wish to find,
You'll search for a long time and you will end up blind.

Let it come to you,
If its meant to be it will come true.

So just laugh on and keep your smile,
It will come soon, and be worth your while.