It was like fire filling your head in a slumber state
All of this wonder comes from the bridge you live under and paint pictures of yourself
All of these wishes, not faithful but just superstitious
Because no one's perfect
But how could I be right about a puzzle no ones sorted out?
One so comprehensive
Wild, don't end up grey and in denial
What's my purpose?
I wonder what comes after
I wonder why I matter
I'm supposed to use my time and know exactly what I'm doing this for
It chokes me up when I think about my children
I hope that one day they will not take anything for granted
I hope I've made an impact
I hope I've touched and loved you
I hope one day I'll leave behind a legacy that's beautiful
Like you...